Howl remains poised over her after final spurts, hunched over, his hair hanging around his face on all sides like golden curtains. That was... excellent. He'd needed it more than he'd known. The mist in his mind is gone now. Maybe it was the weight of excessive magical building up in his body, or maybe it was nothing more than the usual needs of his gender going unmet for too long, or maybe it was a mix of the two, but Howl feels so much better. No - better than better. He feels good.

After a pause, he pulls out and lowers himself beside Iramaat, making sure to keep his head within reaching distance of the hand petting through his hair. Once he's settled, he tugs on her shoulder, coaxing her to roll over onto her back.

"Did I manage a second?" he asks, his voice back to normal aside from gaining a hint of soft, satisfied exhaustion.