The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Isabela]

"We'll have that life now," she urges. "We're both young, still. We can start over."

[Zevran]

Zevran laughs a little. "Young? I might have a century left, yes, but I am worn and broken inside" He sighs, leaning more against her. "Still... First Shisou, then Coquette and now you. These last two months have been filled with miracles."

[Isabela]

She plants a kiss on his cheek. "We'll take a vacation first. Take some time to heal."

[Zevran]

Zevran shivers slightly as her lips touch his skin, then her words sink in. "A... vacation? I..." He hums softly, blinking. "I've never had a vacation before, even as a child."

[Isabela]

"Then it's past time to start." She grins at him. "Come on. Come to bed."

[Zevran]

Inside of rising, Zevran tugs lighting on her waist, pulling her down against him. "Would you think less of me if I ask you to hold me until I fall asleep? If I am not... feeling very Fanciable this night?"

[Isabela]

"No," she says, her voice tender. "I told you before, whatever you need, you got." 

[Zevran]

"I will not claim to know you well, but I suspect that such a boon is a rare and precious thing," Zevran observes, arm coming up from her waist to encircle her back. "From the manner of your crew, as well as your own, I've no doubt you have your pick of bedmates."

[Isabela]

"I do," she allows. "If you want my spacious cabin with the locking door but not my company, I would have no trouble finding a place to sleep."

[Zevran]

Zevran pulls a pout, giving her a soulfully piteous look. "I had not thought you had such a poor opinion of my wits. Be it your body or your heart I judge, I would need be a fool beyond compare to not wish your comfort and company."

[Isabela]

"Good." She hesitates before adding, "And, anytime you wish to speak of what exactly happened between you and that girl and her male companions, I'm willing to listen. I can tell they were in a bad way," she adds quickly, "and I can guess at what happened between Shisou and Coquette well enough, but... it sounds like a longer story than I can rightly surmise on my own."

[Zevran]

"You deserve as least the broad strokes of it all," Zevran agrees with a pained look. "But..." His eyes flick past her. "In your room?"

[Isabela]

"Of course." 

[GamesMaster]

In the morning, having done a more thorough examination, the healer -- whose name is Sachdeep, it turns out -- comes to pull Isabela aside and murmur a few things to her quietly. 

Isabela has a responding query, but he shakes his head, murmuring again. She thanks him, patting his cheek and sending him off to bed, before returning to the bed beside Zevran. 

"Your wife is pregnant," she says quietly. "Did you know?"

[Zevran]

Zevran stares a moment, then shakes his head slowly. "No, I-- oh Ciren crossdressing as Keindrinas," he swears, grimacing. "Shisou. I mentioned-- Last night, I mentioned about the cost still owed? She was pretending to go along with mating with me, but was instead trying with Shisou." He rubs his face tiredly. "Fuck. It can't have come from yester-- was it only just yesterday? Gods. It can't have, but I doubt either of them will be able to know this and not think it."