Maybe because Bobby had not entirely wanted to adjust Kaitlin's awareness, her 30 year old mind was slowly coming back to her and as it did the full burden of her age came over her. This new body ached and she shuddered as a bout of weakness came over her, leaning more strongly on her witch's staff. Cold- she pulled the cloak more tightly against her, and with a long boney hand ran her fingers underneath her hood through the thin silver hair that reached down to her mid-back.
She looked up at her now much younger lover and feeling every day of her age, she appreciated how powerful his new powers had made him. With him, she could be forever young -or old- at his side. A smile formed on her thin lips as a plan came to mind.
When Bobby reached his arm around her back, drawing her in and pressing her withered body against his young and tone one; Kaitlin realized what to do. As he goosed her, her arousal began to match her determination.
With both rings in hand, she looked at Bobby and around the room at Mark and Lisa and wished...