[ Ori can’t help but draw a sharp breath in as he nips at skin, following it shortly with a sigh. Gods, she’s missed this so much, the reverent, sweet intimacy that the three of them share and into which they pour their love and devotion for one another. She’s earnestly looking forward to her first night back in the arms of her lovers.

She lifts a hand, the tips of it finding their way into his hair. She’s well-aware of the nature of what he says, that he doesn’t literally mean dying, so her tone remains playful even as she says, with utmost devotion, ]

Well, that’s no good, sunlight. How are we supposed to go on if that happens? I’ll just have to keep healing you for the rest of my life, hmm?