Her eyes rolled shut and she went a bit limp under his hands. “Oh, you can do that /forever/, Medraut … ” He was easing aches she hadn’t even noticed, they were so familiar, so connected to Dobria castle and the folk there. “Please don’t stop.”
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he tells her, gently rubbing her shoulders, trying to work out all the kinks before moving to her lower back “sit down.”
She groaned as he hit a particular sore spot, a kink in the muscle just at her shoulder blade. One hand groped for the bench before she eased herself down, abandoning the cuirass to the floor. “Where did you learn this?” she said thickly. “I am never letting you go now. Not ever.”