"Never let it be said that I encouraged you to wear clothes," Elia smirked back, shifting to prop herself up on one elbow. It didn't involve moving away, only changing the way that she was snuggled up against his side. The hope she could feel filtering through their connection might have been a little static-y, but it was clear enough and a little heart-rending.
Dipping her head, she pressed kisses against the curve of Issac's shoulder, following the curve of his collarbone as far as she could reach. "A cleansing it is, then. We can wipe it all clean and then draw the moon down for renewal." It wasn't Elia's usual type of magic, but there wasn't a thing she wouldn't do for him. "Then maybe you can stop sleeping at your place. Alex and I miss you."