Kakia inhaled sharply as she felt the air shift, the leather cut into her back, the wet heat of ichor exposed to air. It hurt, of course - it was meant to, as as much as she had a higher pain tolerance than most mortals, she wasn't that big a fan of pain in general. she fought the urge to tense up, and instead focused on him, and the way he was feeling... tugging at the desire and ire within him.