She nodded slowly, and looked down at Edward, leaning to kiss him lightly. "Looks like you get a show, darling." Gathering her discarded palla, Kakia pillowed it under his head, figuring is back might hurt a bit much for sitting... Mmm. He was so, so lovely in pain. Shifting him off her lap, she rolled back to her heels then stood, facing Henry, and pointing toward the St. Andrew's cross to the side. "There. You want my back, or my front?"