Unsurprising! She tended to inspire that in people. Even Vax had taken a while before he stopped treating her like she was something fragile. She didn't mind it at all, it was sweet. It meant people cared for her comfort, and if she wanted a rougher touch, she was no longer too shy to ask for it.

She made a pleased little sound into the press of Night Sky's pretty green lips against hers, thumbs tracing the shape of her cheekbones (and probably smudging away some dirt in the process, not that it was the goal), mouth opening softly to let her tongue brush only a little shyly into Sky's. After a moment, she let go to reach up and tug the shoulders of her dress down, the belts loose enough that it slid off easily and the thin material pooled around her waist. There wasn't anything under it. Keyleth had never been a big believer in underwear, big hippie that she was.