His answer made her laugh, her head tipping back for a moment before she shifted, laying down against his chest, her head tucked in on his shoulder. "It was worth the swearing, I'm sure you already know. And worth the wait." Elia could only hope that she wasn't waiting another decade before the Ringmaster decided to unclench a little again. Although, realistically, it wouldn't be another decade before someone decided to try and take them out. So there was that, at least.
"I don't think mine are the only parts he likes. I didn't get the impression that the plumbing made much difference," Elia shrugged, her memories of Naamah and Kennet bubbling a little closer to the surface. 'Intense' didn't begin to cover it; she didn't think she had ever been a conduit for quite so much energy before, and the experience had been... heady. She summoned a flicker of her own power in order to stay cool, appreciating the wash of chilly energy that came with it.
"So you may still be in the running, love. Who knows?" Her tone was teasing, but there was a sense of worry humming inside her, too. She hadn't been there for Issac when he needed her – she had been delayed because of Kennet, because he had needed her well of power. Part of her had been quite sure that Issac would never forgive her for being so late.