Comfort. It wasn't something that she had needed much of in her life. In looking back at the woman she was and the woman she had become, she had lost the ability to compartmentalize her emotions as she used to. Had the death of ambition made her weak or had that been love itself? It was hard to say, but she was long past the time to returning to who she was.

Besides, comfort was sweet to consider and far more tantalizing than her previous life. She might have side eyed anyone else with this offer, but Ubbe had given her reason to trust him. His interest had been hard to ignore, but there was no ulterior motive to it, nothing to gain aside from enjoyment.

She leaned into his touch, letting go of her reservations and every tie that might have made her hesitate in the past. Slowly, she untied her gown, pushing it off before leading him upstairs.