His hand came up to cup her face with surprising gentleness, his thumb brushing slowly across her cheek. "How do you feel?" The question carried genuine concern, weighted with unspoken worry. "Did I... are you okay?"
Tang Fei considered the question honestly, taking an internal inventory. Her body was definitely sore, there was no denying that reality. Her hips ached, her thighs protested movement, and the area between her legs was tender in a way that reminded her of his size and intensity with every small shift.
But it was a pleasant soreness, the satisfying kind that came from being thoroughly loved and completely satisfied. Whatever ministrations he'd performed while she was unconscious, the bath, the massage, the medicinal cream, had clearly worked wonders in preventing worse discomfort.
"I'm okay," she said truthfully, meeting his concerned gaze. "A bit sore, but... okay. Good, actually."
