Sah
The forest never sleeps and the wolf neve dies
The idea of converting Maeve from a beach lover to being a snow advocate makes Sah chuckle. "Gladly. I'll show you the error of your ways thus far." He notes her invitation and although he's not sure if he's interpreting it correctly, the Outlander leans in and nuzzles her neck softly before pulling back. As he does, he sees her cheeks darken and Sah can't help but smirk slightly. "You're welcome." It amuses him that the things that make her blush are so innocent when she barely bats an eye at things that would often make him others turn bright red. He's just glad that he does have a means of flustering her, even if it's unconventional.
Where a soothing hand fails, his boldness succeeds. As Maeve begins to fully relax once more, Sah feels a brief thrill of victory. Smiling against her lips, he continues to kiss her softly before pulling away from her lips to leave scattered kisses across her cheeks, and finally giving one last peck to her forehead.
Tilting his head, he eyes her more relaxed state and hums to himself, "That's better."
