"Jaina would kill us if she knew. This place is her pride and joy."

The idea brought a quick grin to her face. Like somehow they were soiling the room, marking it. As much as Wes had been with black and yellow paint. She'd be willing to bet they weren't the first either. Aeryn didn't think she'd ever look at this room the same way again.

Her eyes travelled, up, then down. She took her time to look, because she hadn't the first time.

"You're beautiful, you know. Bruised and perfect." It was the kind of stupid thing people said in the heat of the moment, but she meant it then.