Antimony felt her dead muscles pull her spine taught as Dhein slid up close behind her. Somehow the request for permission hadn't quite prepared her for him actually being so near, which was internally embarrassing, considering it certainly wasn't the first time she'd been this close to anyone. But she couldn't deny how it left her feeling both mortified and... secure?
The undead woman forced out a cough, rattling useless lungs. The sense of fel all around her was almost oppressive enough for her to forget the solid weight at her back, the faint breath against the back of her head, the way his arms slid snug to either side of her, the hand on... Antimony coughed again and would have flushed had she functioning blood vessels. Her own hand smacked at Dhein's, grabbed it by the wrist and made to move it to the opposite side of the fel steed's neck, parallel to its partner - a safer place. Even if it did pull them a bit closer.
Antimony kept her eyes stubbornly forward, over the top of the plant. "If you're quite ready," she managed after a moment, voice only a little bit awkwardly strangled.
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunder storm. And these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."