Meyora.. Muro..Mura? Mamoru had heard very little of the place, so little in fact that he didn't make a connection with the pale women with equally pale hair. But now that he heard it from another, it clicked together in away that made more sense. The question that she was asked made him smile, for he had asked that same thing of her and she had given him the exact same answer. It wasn't a surprise, all beings seemed to be bred a certain way and it was hard for them to break away from that thought pattern. Even he had been a victim of this until the God/Goddess of trickery touched him and opened his eyes. "Look around you girl, you are in the swamps..and yet you're still very much alive." he cackled softly.
With her in his arms, he didn't shy away from anything and pulled her close so that their bodies met in the right places and allowed her to settle atop him comfortably. Mamoru knew that winter wasn't as warm as it was in the jungle everywhere else. He had learned that through traveling the small amount that he had. But to stay in it for a season was something different. Still he would make it through the weather without trouble, this he swore. As the days passed his powers continued to grow and soon he would be able to create fire without the use of flint and steel. That would come in handy on those cold nights when all he needed was the fire to warm him. "Given your story, you must know something about the Askara house, hmm?"
Of course Shayna would be there, and unless his little pet had been stuck in the rain, her body was always warm enough. When his fingers moved over her scars he felt her flinch in his arms and smiled. They bothered her as he had come to suspect and was part of the reason he decided to hide them for her. "I have my ways dear girl, I will make sure that no one will see those so that you look your best." Moving his hand away from her scars, Mamoru rubbed her back quickly, trying to force heat to generate through friction. "And I agree, we can't have anyone thinking you disobey me..I won't have any of that." he added and slid his hands down to rub her thighs in the same way to warm them, before moving his hands back upward.
The pressure of his hands upon her body, and the quickness at which he touched her, caused her body to push against his and move up and down slightly, in a way that was anything but unpleasant. She tightened her arms around him and her soft flesh massaged his harder build and worked away his tiredness quickly. Suddenly the cottage had gotten much warmer.