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Alicia tosses and turns in her bed, sweat glistening on her forehead beneath the aloe vera used to treat her burns. She is covered in bandages from head to chest, her skin a contorted mess sculpted by the flames, and her ruined face flushing a beautiful red.
Clea doesn't know how to help her. She is alone here now - Renoir has gone into Verso's canvas, after Aline - and Alicia was doing just fine before then. But now, out of the blue, her little sister has for some reason deteriorated sharply.
It's hard to gauge her smell, with all of those oils and medicines about her. Clea's nose twitches at the unfamiliar scent - that once unassuming burst of gerberas now subsumed by smoke from the fire, and that too covered up.
She'd bundled her sister into bed when the symptoms first showed a day ago and expected her quickly to recover. Alas, the youngest Dessendre has no intention of making things easy for her. Now she'll have to consult with the family doctor.
"Your sister is in heat." The man informs her after completing his inspection with Clea standing watch. He puts away his thermometer and stethoscope while the alpha balks.
"What? A heat? But I thought omegas can't go into heat if they're injured." She protests.
"Most can't," The doctor agrees as he closes his leather bag. On the bed, Alicia moans pitifully. "But there are such things as stress heats. They're notoriously unpredictable, and normally happen after a shocking event that throws the omegas hormones into flux."
"Fuck." Clea rubs her eyes and curses. "I didn't smell anything."
"Like I said. Unpredictable." He goes to check Alicia's temperature one more time by touching her forehead with the back of his hand, and Clea snarls before she knows what she is doing. Suddenly, she does not want him here. "At any rate," The doctor backs off without mention of her behaviour, mercifully. The alpha wilts with embarrassment. "We can try giving her suppressants, but I worry of their reaction to the other medicines she is taking. The safest option would be to find her a heat partner."
"An alpha?" She snarls again. Her pale blue eyes narrow, and dart towards her sister in bed, deformed and whimpering. "No. They won't be gentle enough."
"You could try a beta with a toy." The doctor suggests.
"They still might not be gentle." Clea is coming up with excuses now, given that betas are notoriously for being docile. But how can she trust anyone after the fire? She'd have to keep a very close watch. She'd have to let a stranger in bed with her injured sister. "Maybe... Maybe if I find a toy..."
She crosses her arms as the doctor nods at her, and sees him to the door without a word.
~*~
Clea gives herself exactly fifteen minutes to leave the house and find what she is looking for. It is beyond foolish of her to leave the manor unguarded, and a pipe dream to think that the dogs, Noco and Monoco, will be of any support to her helpless family should the Writers return for them.
But what else can she do? There is no other option. Alicia needs relief, and Clea is not about to let her sister in agony from her heat when they just managed to stop her agony from the wounds of the fire.
For propriety's sake, she hides her face when entering the little shop in Paris known as The Omega's Dream, and she wears her mother's foul perfume to disguise her scent. It will cause a scandal later if anyone here recognizes the smell on Aline, but so be it.
Her dear Maman deserves it for abandoning her family.
"Why can I help you with, my dear?" Asks a sleazy man behind the counter, whose luscious black hair cascades in ringlets to his shoulders, with his shirt unbuttoned to expose his rock hard abs. A typical male alpha, always having his vanity on display.
"I need a toy for an omega in heat." Clea says shamelessly, though is careful to keep her volume low so as not to draw unwanted attention. Any one of these horny animals might try and follow her back to the manor...
"In heat, you say?" The alpha behind the desk grins and runs his tongue disgustingly over his teeth. "I understand, a beta like yourself could not hope to satisfy them, Madame. Why not bring them straight to me?"
It takes a great effort for Clea to restrain herself from growling. "Impossible, I'm afraid. The omega was recently injured and is in hospital. A brute like you might injure her worse."
"Ah, I see the dilemma." The store clerk actually backs off, surprisingly, and stops leaning predatorily over the counter. "No need to look so shocked, we have situations like that with our customers all of the time. And it is our dearest hope in society to protect such fragile omegas."
He turns around and begins browsing the shelves behind him, each one bursting with all manner of lewd goods.
"Now then," He kisses his teeth as he considers the options. "A stress heat, is it? She'll need to stay knotted."
"Obviously." Clea snaps.
"How many inches can she take? There's no shame in it, I just need to know so she'll be comfortable."
"How the hell should I know?" Clea huffs, clenching her fists beneath her coat. She mustn't get angry, or they'll smell that she is an alpha. "I don't think she's ever slept with anyone."
"A virgin?" His eyebrows rise suddenly, and then lower in a grimace. "With a stress heat? Poor thing. But that does make selecting a toy much easier." With masterful precision, he plucks a box off of the middle shelf, which is the last of its type. "Here. It's only six inches and has an inflatable knot. You can adjust the size of it here. Most omegas use it to get used to the feel of an alpha when they're knotting."
"I'll take it." This was a terrible idea, but at least now it's over.
"Thank you, Madame. And will there be anything for you?" The store clerk waggles his eyebrows at her.
"Fuck off." Clea slams her money down on the counter, hides the box under her coat, and swiftly departs. The odious alpha watches her leave from behind his counter and laughs.
~*~
"Now then," Clea stands at the foot of Alicia's bed and watches her sister under the covers. She has her hands on her hips and a stern frown. "How the hell am I supposed to do this?"
The toy is- It's a dildo. Fleshy and flexible, not like the rock hard shaft of a rutting alpha. It has a flared base and a knot just above that can be inflated by turning a switch clockwise. Clea experimented with the sizes a little before coming upstairs, when she hid away in the pantry and unboxed the toy, and threw away all evidence in case her parents, horror of horrors, were to come out of the canvas and find it.
The knot size ranges from a measly small, from some whelp alpha who can't even plug his seed up properly, to the size of a fist belonging to someone pent-up and well endowed.
Clea's knot has looked like that, in some of her more desperate moments. But this isn't the time to think about that.
To her knowledge, Alicia hasn't been with any alpha before, so she'll just use the smallest size and leave it inside her. The question, again, is - how on earth is she going to use this toy without hurting her?
"Damn it all." Clea sighs, and steps forward to grab the covers and gently peel them back to expose the omega beneath.
Alicia's temperature is already much worse. The youngest Dessendre mumbles to herself feverishly, her words having no meaning at all and being more rasps than anything. The fire stole her melodic voice.
It is foolish to hope that it will come back.
"It's me." Clea narrates what she is doing to the whimpering girl, whose eyes (eye!) are squeezed shut. Her fingers twitch at odd moments. The omega is barely conscious. "I just need to- You're in heat. I've got you a toy."
There isn't really any other way to explain this, and she doubts Alicia can hear her anyway.
Carefully running her fingers down Alicia's clothed side, and taking care not to rustle her bandages, Clea finds the bottom of her sister's nightgown and rucks it up over her hips. Then she has to pull down her cotton underwear and -
"Shit!" The alpha curses quietly and claps a hand over her nose.
Now she can smell her. Alicia is in heat alright - the poor omega's pants are soaked through, and her core burns with her own personal fire. When Clea manages to slip her underwear down her thighs and off of her ankles, she glances back up at that pink, unshaven mound, and her eyes widen at the slick that pours from it.
The feverish omega is in desperate need of something. An alpha, Clea growls low in her throat, and on the bed her sister begins to stir. She quickly goes quiet and watches Alicia slip back into dreams.
Apart from Clea, there are no alphas here. The youngest Dessendre will just have to make do.
Picking up the toy from the nightstand, Clea quietly climbs onto the mattress and nudges apart Alicia's legs. Up close, the smell is more intense. She has never known her sister could smell so sweet, like honeysuckle. It draws her in...
"Fuck." Beneath her skirt, her member has gone stiff. She'll have to deal with it later. Such is the effect that an omega in heat, any omega, has on an alpha. "Right. Here it is."
Clea reaches forward and parts Alicia's nether lips with two fingers, revealing to her eyes a sopping entrance and a pink hood, which hides a throbbing clit. She glances up at the feverish omega - awake again now, but just barely, with her eyelids fluttering, arms splayed over her head, and red hair tangled on the pillow. It needs brushing...
She positions the head of the phallus against Alicia's entrance and collects some of the omega's slick on her fingers to lubricate it.
I need to wash my hands after this, Clea grits her teeth and struggles to focus. All of the blood is rushing to her member.
She pushes the dildo forward and breaches the omega's channel with one short inch, and pauses whilst watching Alicia's face for any sign of discomfort. Her sister sighs blissfully, fidgeting her hips a little and lifting them with a mumble towards the source of relief.
With the green light, Clea gently inserts the rest of the toy until it reaches the base in one swift movement. Her heart does not flutter at the quiet squelching sounds, and she certainly does not commit them to memory.
Lying on her back, Alicia squints her eye open and frowns confusedly at the ceiling. Her breathing picks up.
"It's alright." Clea soothes her with a hand on her belly, and the omega flinches. She is scalding. "It's me. This is a toy for your heat."
Then, upon receiving no reply, and knowing the look of an omega lost in their heat all too well - yes, she has experience - Clea reaches for the switch at the base of the dildo and turns it one notch clockwise.
Alicia's eye widens as the knot inflates inside her.
"Ohh," The omega sighs in delight and turns her head to the side. Her bright red hair fans about her face, and she bites her lip in pleasure, looking far too tempting. "Clea..." Her words are almost understandable despite her rasping.
The older sister rolls her eyes. She knew that Alicia had no experience with alphas before. The pure omega is already falling apart around the tiniest knot.
"Stay." Clea orders, though they both know that Alicia is incapable of actually going anywhere. She tucks her sister back into bed and pauses at the sight beneath her hips of a steadily growing puddle, and her gaze snags on the place where the omega is filled by the phallus -
Towels. She needs to put some towels under Alicia or she will ruin the mattress.
"I'll be back." Clea grabs her sister's soiled underwear, retreats from the bedroom, and tosses them into the first available laundry basket as she passes it in the corridor. "Damn it." She sighs.
Of all the times to act like a knot-brained alpha.
~*~
Alicia's heat gets worse.
Over the next two days, the omega thrashes in bed and whines with frustration and distress. Every noise she makes calls to Clea's basest instincts as an alpha, and the eldest Dessendre daughter helps her sister as best as she can.
"It doesn't help." Alicia complains feverishly about the toy, so Clea turns the dial on the base to the next notch. The omega's eye widens as the knot grows against her walls, and rolls back in her head with a pleasant moan. "Oh, that's... nice..."
But the next time Clea comes in to check on her, having been away from her bedside for only a short hour, Alicia complains again.
"Not helping anymore." She shakes her head, fisting the sheets and on the verge of frustrated tears. "It's not enough. Cleaaa."
So the alpha moves the dial up to the next notch. And then the next. And the next. And the next. Every time Alicia complains, she increases the size of the knot, until finally - just three notches shy of the maximum - the omega finally stills and is able to sleep peacefully through the night.
Clea tries not to think too hard about it. Whichever alpha Alicia ends up with will certainly be very lucky. She won't be happy in the bedroom with any beta, especially if she needs a knot that is at least that big.
And then, in the early hours of the morning, there comes a shock.
Clea is sleeping deeply for perhaps the first time since the fire, and her dreams are filled with a redheaded omega writhing underneath her, smelling of sweet honeysuckle and begging for her knot, when she awakes to a shocked yelp in the room down the hall. She throws herself out of bed and rushes over to see.
There, in her own bed, in her own room, is Alicia. Writhing and biting her lip and humping the bed desperately. Her bandages are coming loose.
"Alicia?" Clea takes a moment to process things, as her mind slowly awakens, and then she is buffeted by the heady smell of an omega in heat. "Shit!" She covers her nose. "Alicia, what are you -? Stop, you're going to hurt yourself!"
With three quick strides, the alpha crosses the room and grabs the disobedient girl and climbs on top of her to pin her down on her back.
Alicia pants in her face, flushed, her eye filled with tears and hips cantering upwards even now that her sister is here. Beneath Clea's fingers, the omega is on fire.
"Clea, please." She sobs needily, unable to think of anything but relief.
"What are you doing?" Clea snarls. Anger is the only way to keep her focus. "I told you not to move. Your bandages -"
"I need more." Alicia whines. She makes a strange grabbing motion between her legs, and Clea looks down. "I need more - please. I turned it up to full but it's not - it's not -"
"I see..."
Lodged inside her, Alicia has turned the dial up to the final notch and inflated the knot of the toy as wide as possible. This should be enough to ease the heat of any omega, when they are stretched wide. But this is a stress heat and those don't play by normal rules.
"Just, calm down." Clea seizes her sister's wrists and pins them above her head when she struggles. "Let me think."
Alicia whines. She does not still - not even when Clea pumps out some warning alpha pheromones does she quiet completely. Her hips keep cantering up against nothing, desperate for the slightest amount of friction.
It's torture, seeing her like this. Almost worse than after the fire.
Clea's waif of a sister deserves better than this. Any omega deserves better. They are such fragile creatures, caring and in need of support. Each one born to be paired with an alpha who is strong enough to take care of them.
And Alicia in particular needs a lot of protecting, most especially from herself. The foolish girl made friends for the first time in her life and it cost them their manor, that went down in a blaze of glory, and Verso.
She needs an alpha with a firm hand and a gentle touch. Someone who can appreciate her inquisitive mind and push her out of her shell.
Clea can do that, she is sure of it. With that heady smell in her nostrils she is sure of just about everything. Her eyes turn black as she thinks on the possibilities. Her beloved sister, so weak and helpless, finally with the respectable alpha that she deserves.
"Turn onto your side." Clea demands sharply, and Alicia shakes her head frantically and keeps grinding her hips up.
"I can't." The omega babbles, scarcely aware of what she is saying. Her frantic search for friction finally finds purchase on Clea's hardened cock, and the alpha hisses and pulls away while her sister moans wantonly. "Please, Clea. I need more. I need -"
"I know what you need." The alpha bares her teeth, and expunges even more pheromones to finally make Alicia still. She leans in close, so their faces are almost touching, and snarls. "You need to stay still while I fuck you so that you don't mess up your bandages. Turn onto your side."
Alicia sobs and does as she is told, finally curling up on her side.
Clea spoons her from behind. She wraps an arm around her sister's waist and pulls her close so that they are pressed flush against each other, and so that her hard member grinds against the swell of Alicia's behind. The omega whimpers and grinds back against it.
"Enough." Clea snaps her teeth dangerously close to Alicia's ear, and the younger woman stops her fussiness with a whine. "You're making it very hard for me to be gentle."
"I don't want you to be gentle." Alicia breathes, and the alpha snarls, and the arm around her waist grows impossibly tighter.
"Trust me, dear sister," Clea blows a soft exhale along the back of the redhead's neck, and leans in to whisper against her trembling skin. "You don't want to see that. Now be still, or I will leave you with nothing."
Cowed by the threat of being left alone, Alicia finally stops squirming. Her breath comes in gentle pants as she tries not to wiggle, and Clea delights in the feel of her frantic heartbeat beneath her skin.
She's wearing too many layers.
"Up." Clea taps Alicia on the arm, and smoothly manages to divest her of her nightgown without irritating her wounds or dislodging her bandages. Then she guides Alicia to lie back down again, and curls around the omega from behind, trapping her. "There," The alpha purrs, running her fingers at last along naked skin. "Don't you feel better?"
Her sister gulps and nods, still frightened into not moving. She deserves a reward for her compliance.
"So beautiful." Clea places a chaste kiss to the back of Alicia's neck, and then deepens it sinfully with her tongue. The omega moans as Clea works, and shivers when the alpha trails a hand around to her front and walks her fingers up her chest to her bosom.
Growling possessively, Clea palms one of Alicia's breasts in her hand, and her sister arches when she grazes against a pebbled nipple. Humming thoughtfully, she then releases the fleshy globe to pay the omega's sensitive nipple special attention, and pinches it between two fingers.
"Clea!" Alicia gasps.
"And responsive," The elder sister nibbles on the back of the redhead's neck, and peppers kisses down the column of her throat. "I wonder if -" She ghosts her lips over Alicia's mating gland, and the omega arches her back with a shout, whimpering pleadingly. "Thought so."
Clea pays special attention that that spot, flicking the mating gland with her tongue and teasing with her teeth.
Alicia starts to come undone. "Please! Please!"
"There's no need to beg." Clea lathers a sloppy kiss on the junction between her sister's neck and shoulder, while the younger woman falls apart in her arms. All she needed was a little attention. "I'll be here all day, and all night..."
And for as many other days and nights as are necessary.
Soon, Alicia comes down from her high and begins to fidget impatiently again. Clea is loathe to punish her for this as she is feeling rather impatient herself, and she decides to move things along quickly. There will be plenty of time to tease her omega later.
Abandoning her sister's nipple, she allows her free hand to wander down between the omega's legs to her waiting heat. There she is soaked with sweat, and the toy phallus stuffs her entrance full.
Clea grazes her thumb over Alicia's clit with an unhappy frown, and tightens her arm around her sister's waist when she wails and writhes. Why did she even bother getting that toy? It was always going to end like this. It should always have been her stuffed in there.
"This might feel strange." Clea warns, before she reaches even further down and turns the dial on the toy all the way back down to the 'off' notch, and its fake knot begins to go down.
Alicia flinches at the feeling of it deflating inside of her. She tries to stay calm, at first - my good omega, trying to listen - but then as the knot gets smaller she can hold in her anxiety no longer. Alicia starts to fidget and whimper, and then, when the knot gets too small and no longer applies some much needed pressure, she starts to panic.
"Put it back!" The redhead tries to reach down and do it herself, but Clea traps her arms against her torso. She writhes in agony. "C-Clea! It's not enough! I need more! Please!"
"I know, beautiful." Moving fast, for she has little time, Clea quickly slides the toy out of Alicia and tosses it onto the floor. Without it, her sister's slick flows freely, and sticks to the inside of her thighs. "I know. It's alright."
Pulling away to take off her own nightgown is not an option, so the alpha quickly pulls it up over her hips and rips off her boxers to free her member. It slaps against Alicia's thigh and makes Clea shiver, whilst blunting her sister's panic just enough to make her moan.
Fuck. She's already leaking pre-cum.
"Tell me what you need."
"More!" Alicia sobs. Tears fall from her remaining eye and stream down her bandaged faced.
"Be more specific." Clea teases. She slides two fingers along Alicia's labia and parts her folds to reveal her soaked entrance. Every ounce of her is screaming at her to thrust in - but she needs to hear this.
"I-" Her sister sniffles. "I need -"
"Tell me baby." Clea shifts her hand at Alicia's waist up to tweak her other nipple, and the omega is rendered incapable of speech for a moment. "You're being so good. All you need to do is ask me and I'll give it to you."
"I need..." Alicia shudders. Clea lines her cock up with her entrance, resting just the tip against it.
"Yes?"
"I need," Alicia gulps. "Your p-pups."
Alpha instinct takes over, and Clea snaps her hips forward and bottoms out inside of her sister in one thrust.
"Oh!" Alicia arches her back with a loud moan.
What happens after that, Clea can hardly remember, but she knows what she feels and will never forget it. She feels Alicia's silky walls clenching down around her cock. Relishes in the omega's instant orgasm and the flood of wetness on her hips and member that follow it.
All at once, the alpha dismantles her sister. With one hand, she fondles Alicia's breasts and plays with her nipples. The other she uses to play with the omega's throbbing clit between her legs. And then her cock - she thrusts in and out of Alicia lazily, scooping up with her hips to reach deep inside her, and stealing her sister's breath with every thrust.
"How many do you want?" Clea asks when thought returns.
"W-What?" Alicia pants, moaning deeply each time Clea bottoms out.
"Pups." The alpha buries her face in her sister's hair, and places tender kisses along her throat. "How many do you want?"
"I- haaa ~" It's cruel of Clea to ask questions in this position. But Alicia is a good omega and she tries to answer. "Maybe - ohh! - five? No, wait -"
"Five?" Clea laughs into her neck and sucks a hickey into the pale skin. She keeps up the steady, scooping rhythm with her hips. "They'll run rings around us."
"More." Alicia decides, suddenly arching her back again. She's close. "Maybe? Seven!" The omega cums with a shout.
"Seven, hmm?" Clea grits her teeth as her sister's tight walls clench down around her, but resists the urge to orgasm. She forces herself to keep that lazy, slow and deep rhythm. "Are you sure?"
"I-" Alicia gasps. With the alpha fucking her through one orgasm, she is already close to the next. "I don't know- Oh!"
"Or maybe, you'll be a good omega and take what I give you." Completely in control, Clea kisses down her sister's throat once more to suck on her mating gland. "Hmm?"
"Yes, yes! I'll be good! I- ohhh!"
"You are good, beautiful." Clea licks across the mating gland and then, reluctantly, leaves it alone. There will be time for that later, oh yes. But for now, she keeps thrusting slowly. "So good and so tight. Am I your first?"
"Hnngh!"
"Answer me, sister. Am I the first? Has anyone else touched you?"
"You are -" Alicia clenches her eye shut and arches her back for the thousandth time, just barely able to get the words out before her next earth shattering orgasm. "Y-Yes! You are!"
"Good." Clea purrs. She rubs her sister's clit with two fingers, and plays with her nipples a tad more harshly, offering some much needed stimulation as a reward. At the base of her cock, her knot is forming. It bumps against Alicia's entrance with every thrust. "Then I've decided. We'll have three pups, and we'll give them the childhood we didn't have. Does that sound fair?"
"Yes, yes! Three is - ohhh ~" Her omega whimpers and grinds her hips down, taking as much of Clea as she can. "Three is good!"
"Tell me what names you'll give them."
"Clea, please -!"
"Humour me." The alpha chuckles darkly, and this time when she returns to Alicia's mating gland she drags her teeth over it, biting down oh so gently and nearly piercing the skin. Her sister caterwauls with pleasure. "I'll fill you up three times and give you three healthy, strong pups. Tell me what their names will be."
"O-Only three times?" Alicia pouts, and Clea laughs at what her sister's heat-addled mind has chosen to focus on. "That's not fair. I want you to fill me up forever -"
"Oh that can be arranged, my dear." Clea snarls and rolls them over, so that she is on her hands and knees on top of Alicia, who is pinned down on her front. The alpha halts her slow thrusting to grind her hips against the omega's entrance insistently, and her angry knot shudders at the promise of soon plunging inside. "But first, I am going to knot you, and put a child in your belly. And before I do that, you are going to give me a name."
"I need -!" Alicia sobs. Her head falls forward and she buries her face in her pillow, whimpering. Her hips grind back, desperate for the relief that Clea is offering. "Please knot me, Clea, please."
"I will, baby, don't worry." And to help with her promise, Clea supports all of her weight on one arm and frees the other so that her fingers can again play with Alicia's clit. The omega shouts and grinds down against the pressure, and then her hips stutter as she can't tell which way to go - down onto the fingers, or up onto the knot. "Just give me a name. We can't bring a pup into the world without a name."
"M-Maybe -" The redhead grits her teeth and groans as she cums and Clea's knot starts to sink a little ways inside of her. They are so close now, so very close. "M-Maybe -"
"Yes?" The alpha could seal them together right now, but she needs to hear. She needs to imagine the future, and their life together.
"V-V-Verso!" Alicia squeals as Clea snaps her hips forward and the tie pops inside.
Sheer bliss envelopes the pair. Clea's eyes roll back into her head as her balls tense and a burst of life-giving seed erupts from the tip of her member. She fills Alicia with everything, everything that she has. And while she paints those tight walls of muscle white she keeps up a steady grind, reaching as deep inside of her omega as possible.
She shudders and snarls. Pins Alicia down to the mattress beneath her and bites the air over her exposed mating gland with gnash of her teeth.
Then she collapses. Gasping for breath, her sister releases a matching gasp every time her cock twitches. Most of her seed is now spent, but there is still a steady trickle that seeps into Alicia's fertile center, joining a fast growing puddle that floods around her knot that keeps it stuffed inside.
"You..." At last, the release fades and Alicia manages to return to her senses. This is what she needed all along. And they haven't even messed up her bandages. "You didn't bite."
Clea curls her arms around her sister and gently maneuvers them both onto their sides. It is more comfortable this way, and now Alicia won't be crushed. "No." She admits, and nuzzles against the untouched mating gland on her throat.
"Why?"
"You're not thinking clearly." Clea dares to flick the tip of her tongue out over the gland, longingly, and purrs when Alicia shivers. "I want the decision to be yours."
"Oh..." Her sister shifts around a little uncomfortably, and they both hiss when she accidentally pulls on the knot that keeps them bound. Clea helps her move carefully into a better position. "Thank you."
"Hmm."
They doze through the day together, and it takes a full week before Alicia's heat finally breaks. After, they do not speak about it. Clea has Writers to hunt and Alicia is content to wallow in her misery. And without a mating bite, there is no swell in her belly and no promise of the pitter patter of tiny feet.
But there is always the next heat, and the heat after that.
Something tells Clea that every one of Alicia's heats, for the rest of her life, they will spend together. After all, she did ask Clea to fill her up forever.