A few minutes passed—just beyond 11:15—when Liend shifted, uneasily, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked toward Kiana.
"…Is this what you meant," he muttered, his eyes fixed on her, searching, unsure, "when you said I'd know the effects soon…?"
His voice lingered with hesitation.
"…Mom?"
Kiana sighed softly, closing the laptop with deliberate calm. Her gaze met his, composed as ever, as she leaned slightly forward in her chair.
"Mm?" she hummed, prompting him to continue.
"Is this what you meant?" Liend asked again, uncertain, his voice thinner now.
Kiana's eyes followed him—curious, then narrowing as she scanned him.
"It's started?" she asked gently.
Liend nodded, reluctantly—his eyes dropping lower.
Down to where his cock stood upright, firm and unrelenting, despite the lingering pain behind it, though—less now.
"If this is what you meant…" he muttered, "…by a medicine for pain…"
His voice trailed, but he forced the words out.
