[Saya bears her teeth when his score her skin, the sound she makes something between irritation and encouragement. Not just anyone was permitted to touch her like that, and she is relieved that she's still herself enough to limit her protest to a passing thought.]
[Maybe there would be a time when she could smile at him again, before the end.]
[For now though, it's impossible. Her nails dig into his shoulder blades as her body arches against him, the only way she can convey what she needs.] Hei. [A plea, a command, her coiled voice makes it ambiguous, but either way she trusts him to understand.]