An hour later, since Quizen cornered Coco into his room, Quizen is now carefully cleaning Coco up.
He was tender with her in a way that's almost unexpected given how rough and hard he was with her earlier, but right now, he's gentle as he wiped away the traces of their lovemaking from her skin, pausing to press a feather-light kiss to her forehead when she shivers at the cool touch of the towel against her heated body.
He gazed down at her flushed face; the exhaustion clear in her half-lidded eyes and despite everything that just happened, he can't help but find her even more beautiful.
".. Feeling okay?" The mediator murmured, concerned if he had pushed her too far.
But Coco hummed softly and nodded her head in response, still flushed and somewhat overstimulated, but feeling calmed by Quizen's gentle touch.
A soft smile tugs at her lips. "Kind of, but I still feel this.. Itch inside me."
