[ Hazel drinks and drinks and drinks, a voracious thing that earns no criticism from Zephir, only his blessing. Here he's treated to the honor of witnessing her transformation into her prime, adorned in splendor that goes beyond the human outline; of course he has nothing but praise.

The wound seals itself once she's had enough, cleaning the thread of blood with his tongue, back into his body. Softly obscene, gaze set on her and heavy with the knowledge of what lies ahead, Zephir reasons that it's for her benefit as much as his own. You'd have to be blind to disagree.

Gently pinched between index and thumb, Zephir runs his fingers down a lock of her hair. How it shines under the light that makes it inside the chapel. There's potential imprisoned in this body — and there's so much more he could do for her. There will be time to discover what, exactly. ]

Colleen. [ He'll shift to Hazel if she insists. ] This will be the happiest you've ever been. You're going to know what you're capable of, and then you're going to want more. It's okay if it gets overwhelming. I'll be here to pull you back.

[ Pull her back, pull her in, pull her down. ]

Do you hear it? [ Her body, the urges coming to the surface, sexual or otherwise, rushing through every muscle, blurring any other thought. ] What is it telling you?