It's Cade's bewildered look-- part of the family of expressions that always tugs at the places in her that want to care for him-- that gives Nari the solid base she needs to nod back and then rise to her feet. She takes a few steps toward the fire to look into it and draw the falls through her hand to feel the myriad small edges that braiding the leather had made-- dull as they may be, they'll sting.

For all that she was about to do this, there's still something that makes her keep her back turned to allow him the privacy to strip off his shirt alone.

"Brace on the couch with your arms out," she says as evenly as she's able. It's gentle, despite being instruction rather than suggestion. "If you don't tell me-- want me-- to stop, I need to know without question when you go down. If you're like that, I'll see it right away."