shut the fuck up. miranda and aaravi talking about trying breathplay (because turns out miranda's tongue is big enough to effortlessly shove down aaravi's throat and she's into that), and realizing that they need to come up with a nonverbal safeword in case. so miranda bows her head down and guides aaravi's hand to the spot behind her earfin, just above her gills, where her scales are thinnest (because they are so thick she cannot feel things very well or very strongly), and she gently guides aaravi's index finger to tap once for green, twice for yellow, and three times or more for red. and aaravi can feel how soft the skin is, the flex of miranda's jaw from behind as she speaks, feel her breath and the movement of her gills, and she knows how delicate they are, how sensitive, how much trouble they cause miri and how she won't let anyone else touch them. and miri's hand is on top of her own, pressing her palm to this soft space, utterly trusting her and promising her her own protection and safety.