“I’ve heard from friends that the bond pushes them together. They said I’d feel, er, a sense of urgency until we, you know.” She gave me a pointed look and I stifled the urge to laugh. I didn’t know. Got married? Lit a unity candle? Sacrificed a baby lamb to her megalomaniac goddess? I didn’t understand anything about her people and how they did things. “Consummate,” she whispered, eyes wide.
