She knew Keyleth wasn't some delicate flower, but she still touched her like she was, at first, her dirt-speckled skin brushing over turquoise fabric, careful not to stain it while she worked on pushing it down to expose more freckled skin. Night Sky looked up, chuckled. "I'd be upset if you didn't." And leaned in to meet her for said kiss just as her hands grazed over the mounds of her chest.