Jean looks around, but the facts of the matter are this: they chose a remote dock, the chill off the water is producing a low fog, and until the fishing ships come back in there's little for the dockworkers to do.

And if they do get caught...

Well, there's no world in which they're not telling Zelda themself anyway. The thought of doing this right here sends an electric thrill through Jean, makes them want to -

- wait, be sure -

"Take?" Jean asks, their voice thick with all the restraint they can muster. They've been so lonely when Zelda and Pomni are away...

They can only restrain themself so much, though. The question comes with a hand on Ryja's breast, squeezing her tit for emphasis, marveling at the warm give of her.