With a gentle kiss and murmur of warning, Lucian slipped from Shea, busying himself with the necessary motions to get his beloved to the nest awaiting them on the couch. “Rest and let me, sweet Shea,” Lucian instructed, unbinding and removing restraints. Shea didn’t respond with much more than a slow blink. “Cool touch,” Lucian whispered, cleaning them up with wipes he fetched from a pack beneath the lounge. Lucian stripped out of his boots and pants, and though Shea’s tiny grunt was the only answer, Shea went willingly and helpfully upright upon Lucian’s suggestion. Lucian assisted Shea to the couch, helped Shea to lie down on the pillows, and joined Shea, tucking a blanket around their feet. Lucian pulled Shea into his arms. “My brave, sweet, summer Shea, your service to me is over for now, and I will remember your perfection for the rest of my days.”