( Perhaps that makes it hard to hide away a smile, making the expense so very specific. Aye, she was a woman of great and generous faith. )

And rarely have I known one to so readily inspire such faith.

( What a random happenstance, right?

Leaning closer, to deliver the purse more easily to Miss Ives, Herian holds it out for her to peruse. She remembers those fingers, that are so tauntingly close, remembers how they had spread her, and left her panting. It might be enough to make her abdomen tense with wanting. )

By all means, though... I suppose in this I truly am at your mercy. Treat me kindly.

( Teasing, such quiet teasing. )