She wraps herself around him for just a little bit longer, nuzzling him softly when he is unable to finish his sentence. She knows as much as she can from the other side of the equation. He found something in her she didn't know she had, and she won't forget that anytime soon. There's something about the man in her arms that says the same thing happened to him, and he's unexpectedly vulnerable for it.

Which leads to the question of whether or not Maeve finds herself equally so. She doesn't. If anything whatever she found in the naming and the sex set a part of her free. Nothing she has words for, but the flair of power and the fact the stars seems to literally shine in her eyes for moments afterwords says a lot. It's the name, and the choice. She'll learn that later. Magic for her kind is about choices and words and need and things that teeter between being entirely substantial and ephemeral. Which is what made this perfect.

"I'm glad you wanted me, Blade," her voice is soft, a note or two lower like something had settled in her in this moment. The way she says his name has changed in some unmeasurable way, like she's forgotten how to say it like she doesn't know it's something with power. Maybe she doesn't. It's hard for those new to that kind of power to remember and learn how to put distance there. Especially when they've never been instructed in the need for such a thing.