( The kiss lingers as a button nose bumps against his and she offers him the shape of her smile with it, freshly-balmed before she'd entered and tasting of rosewater and coconut oil, softening the cream on her breath. Likely from that pasta, earlier. But he does well to restrain himself and fit to her pacing when she doesn't press for more. She offers the seep of chroma between them, the soothing of her hand along his back, and the sweep of her thumb along his carotid to match, both just as slow as her breathing.

Very nicely done, sir. Treatment complete. When she does pull away after the space of a few breaths, it's with a kiss to his other cheek to even him out and the eventual lowering back to the heels of her feet. )

If only my medical prowess benefited others as much, here. I've been trumped by affectionate healing. Not that I'm complaining, of course. Has that taken the edge off for now?

( She isn't entirely letting go of him, but if he's steadier, she'll likely set about reheating that pasta in the skillet she produced and let him pour them some drinks. She's content to settle in for the evening pressed against his side and see him in the green, chroma-wise, but everyone takes to it differently. Sometimes even this would have been enough to "recharge". )

You'll have to tell me what you have in mind. But you're right, that isn't a very good mix. I would rather not see people drinking too heavily to begin with, but the lack of chroma is a problem. As I'm sure you're aware. The sedation from drinking just makes it all the more dangerous if you were to begin crystallizing, you know.

( But even the way she scolds others is gentle, spoken softly and with concern weighting her tone instead of anything like a proper chastisement. )