Erin bites her lip, trying not to cry out or scream, to keep the faint modicum of privacy in case anyone is walking nearby -

And she fails. When Daisy's hips meet her, Erin's hands scrabble against Daisy's arms before clutching at her wrists, and she moans her lover's name, all resistance and self-restraint melting away. Here, right now, bleeding from all those tiny wounds and bereft of her Aura, Erin feels completely safe. Daisy will take care of her. She can let go.