Re: Bringing those new musings...
She listened carefully, but with little concern. Qiana sighed in preparation of soothing Conlan's ego, but he made her laugh with his conclusion and she squeezed him with her entire body. "You really, truly would have died. And then I'd have no one," she pointed out, still laughing a little, but quite serious about having no one. Had he been trampled or run through, there would be no centaur lover in her future.
"♪Don't fight; don't lose your head, 'cause every night, who's in your bed? Who... whoooo's in your bed?♪ Kiss pookie," she sang a bit of RENT to her Murphy and moved to climb atop him so she could command eye contact. "Until one of us screws this up, we're in it. I'm happy." The snuggly Latina then bent and kissed Sentient softly on the lips and smiled at the touch of his mustache like she always did. She sat back up and played with his hair freely where she leaned over him. "I thought you'd be pysched. But I'm not daft," (his word), "I saw it in your eyes. I'm sorry."