The North God
Alex sitting up reminded Micaiah of the setting. The two of them were swept up in the moment not really paying mind to the surroundings, so it never really posed a problem or concern. But, as far as Micaiah believed, comfort was critical in recovery from extreme physical labour, and they were most certainly undergoing extreme physical labour. So in consideration, Micaiah conjured a card from her gourd tossed a bit to the side and out of their play-area. Once in her hand, the card faded, and behind them appeared a sort of floor-sofa for them to lean into. Hopefully this addition also accentuated their appreciation for the view, because similar to Alex, once some clarity arrived she was able to take in the surroundings."Yeah, that makes sense. You don't really need a long, fanciful name outside of theatrics, or maybe heritage or something. I used to have another name some while ago, super simple too. It only got longer out of, like, some sort of inheritance to family or whatever, but I'm not about that anymore."
In between her sentences, Micaiah ate a few slices of meat here and there, taking turns to feed Alex as well. The feel of having some casual conversation after a few rounds was pleasant, and it felt all so natural that Micaiah didn't really consciously acknowledge it. but, in her defense, all Micaiah's prior experiences never had pillow-talk to follow up. Alex was her first time.