It took a few moments for Abigail to fully accept that she wasn't having one of her more pleasant recurring dreams.
Abby was, by Drow standards, clumsy, inflexible, awkward, and a generally terrible lay. She didn't even know the Congress of Eight Spiders, for Lolth's sake!
Of course, she also was madly, deeply, and totally in love with Mishkala. And Mishkala for her.
And that made it wonderful.
And for the first time in a long time, Mishkala felt beautiful.
Abigail held Mishkala, kissing and caressing her even after the potion had worn off. She didn't say anything, neither did she need to.
Shortly after Mishkala had fallen asleep, Titian was woken by a knocking on his door. Most people in Umbralume learned to sleep lightly, or sleep forever. "Titian? It's Abby. May I, may I come in?"