He lets out a soft gasp at the touch, as if pricked by electricity where her lips meet his skin. Overwhelmed, Gaeta shuts his eyes.

He doesn't know if it's the morpha frakking with him or what, but her presence seems so much bigger than this room. (He's pretty damn sure it isn't just the morpha.) He's almost afraid to open his eyes, to look upon the goddess' beauty again.

"Thank you."