Caitlyn watches Vi stretch like a big cat in the sun, never tiring of the way those defined muscles knit and slacken. A hint of gooseflesh works its way down her arm, following Vi's fluttering fingertips, and when her hand finally settles over her own, she turns her palm to link their fingers.

"Suppose I wouldn't stop you. You certainly are overdue a good, solid rest."

She studies her face; her big, blue eyes. Their faces are close enough that she can feel Vi's breath on her lips.

"Though I would miss you terribly."