The moment Leia's lights went out and she slumped against Erik's chest with closed eyes, Naeku's fascination quickly turned to surprise, then worry. "Ah!" she cried out, quickly scooting forward to touch her aunt's shoulder. "Is she alright!?" she asked Erik anxiously.
Chuckling, Erik nodded and used one hand to cup Naeku's cheek comfortingly, his other arm still wrapped around Leia's unconscious body. "She's fine, Naeku. Just exhausted."
Naeku quickly breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. A moment of silence followed, during which Naeku mostly just looked complicated, her eyes focused on Leia, and Erik observed her. "That was… something," she finally muttered, more to herself than anyone else.
"Yes, it was," Erik grinned, before pointing at Naeku's exposed mound. "And based on that drip down there, I think you enjoyed it quite a bit."
