The sigh that escapes her sounds like relief as Tommy sinks in. Nina bites her lip and lets herself wallow in that feeling. She strokes his hair, murmurs sweet nothings in Ravkan and the little bit of Suli she knows. It sounds like encouragement as she moves her hips.

"Saints, Tommy." That's all she says before she pulls him into a kiss. She wraps her legs around him and gasps when he moves. She wants to lose herself in this, wants to stop thinking about the nagging voice in the back of her mind that sounds suspiciously like Zoya. Silly girl.

But she feels good and that's all that matters.