Lethe recoiled from the window instinctively when it heard the blinds being drawn.
"Please be careful," it hissed.
"It was only a peek," Moira answered, "There is no one there." She walked to the couch, hooves clacking against the wood floor, and sat beside the creature. The goat gently placed her hand down between them and Lethe's fingers extended, wrapping around the limb and between her digits. Mouths opened along those fingers-turned-tendrils and nervously kissed at her lover.
"I worry about you."
Moira turned and smiled before leaning in close to press her nose into the neck of the thing in wolf skin, gently nuzzling and reassuring it. "My peril is my concern. The convent certainly wouldn't approve, but it is my choice, you know."
Lethe held Moira in a tight, enveloping embrace. "I don't want to hurt you, though, or ever be a source of trouble for you."
"Lethe, I want the kind of relationship that will make sycophants look back and say I was led from righteousness."