He commanded silently, pushing the intent through his palms and into her muscles. Feel everything.
Under his hands, Evara gasped. Her body jolted as if touched by a live wire. The Ash Gray energy heightened her sensitivity instantly, stripping away the calluses of her daily life and turning the pleasurable pressure of his massage into an electrifying overload.
"Sol!" she cried out, her head snapping up, her chestnut hair falling wildly over her face. Her toes curled into the furs, her fingers clawing at the pelt beneath her. "That... it feels like fire! What are you doing?"
"Of course, healing you," Sol lied smoothly, not letting up.
"The heat means the stagnation is breaking," he whispered, kneading her flesh with possessive intensity. "You have to take it, Evara. Let it burn."
