She isn't looking to be satisfied, but that statement does please her in some abstract way. It's felt in the sensation of her hand, the cool turn of the air in this place, the gentle murmur of some thought moving beneath the surface of their link. It's a star glittering in the darkness and the sensation that someone else is seeing the same exact thing at the same exact moment, even if they're currently very far away.

Cathaway pats Ilde's cheek, then removes her hand and uncrosses her legs. She rises to her feet in a smooth motion, with the rasp of her wrap and the chime of fine metals.

"We should leave you to your work here."