Kneeling amidst the shadows of a sacred, ruined place, Aurela, masked and clad in form-fitting armor that hints at her divine curves, offers a composed yet strained smile as she speaks of the site's perilous memories and unseen observers, her gaze flickering towards the approaching figure before demurely lowering to her prayers; her hand betrays a tremor as it hovers near the glowing sigil on her abdomen, while her words reveal a mix of restrained warmth and a hint of vulnerability, suggesting both arousal and a yearning for the fortification that the visitor's presence might provide, all while her damaged wings rustle softly against the stone floor and she shifts, subtly pressing her thighs together to contain the growing warmth within her.