Kallixenia scratches behind her ear.
"Well, a lot of half-giants end up with smaller partners. It's pretty normal, I suppose, from our end. There aren't many out there who aren't smaller than us. So I don't find it especially novel, or anything. I feel the same way pretty much every other half giant feels in this scenario, I find my wife very cute and I am moderately afraid I might squish her if I roll over in my sleep."
She hesitates before adding more.
"There's also, well... You know how cats are, pound for pound, incredibly dangerous predators? Just, little balls of fury and violence. And because they're so small compared to humans, you all just pick them up and kiss them on their little heads and fawn over how cute they are?"
She looks around, to see if her wife is listening.
"I feel... not unlike that about Lunaeris. She is fearsome, and powerful, and I want to pick her up and kiss her on her little head and fawn over how cute she is. All the time. I don't do it in front of anyone, because I know she would hate it, but the desire is always there. Always."
Lunaeris surreptitiously glances around the room, then holds her hands up in front of her some distance apart, as if to indicate the size of something, while grinning smugly.
She does not elaborate.
