Elsie opened one eye and looked at Muirin, her interest stoked. She leaned forward again, bracing herself on her forearms, and gave a firm nod.
“Can you?” she asked. “I think… it might be useful.”
“I hope so, me lady,” said Muirin with a grin. “So, what is it ye would like tae ken?”
Elsie considered it for a moment, giving a thoughtful hum. She supposed there really was one question that truly bothered her.
“How… exactly does it … fit?”
Muirin chuckled, drawing a frown out of Elsie. The last thing she wanted was to be teased about this when she knew nothing on the subject and had no other way of finding out.
“Ach, dinnae fash,” Muirin said, waving a hand dismissively. “We all wondered the same.”
“You did?”
“Och aye,” said Muirin. “I remember me first time, I thought there was nay possibility that would ever happen.”
“But it did??”
“It did.”
It was still difficult for Elsie to believe such a thing. When she had caught Halvard in the tub, she had also caught a glimpse of his manhood in the water. Distorted though the view of it was, she was quite certain it was far too large to go anywhere near her in a way that was pleasurable. Surely, some mistake had been made.
“Could it be… is there a possibility…”
Elsie let her words trail off, the courage she had received from the alcohol not enough to keep her going. But in the end, she needed an answer to this burning question. She couldn’t simply ignore it.
“Could it be that some men are very… big?”
Muirin’s eyes widened just a fraction, and under the dim light of the candles, Elsie could have sworn she blushed. She looked away for a moment, her hand coming up to tug at the neckline of her dress as if she was suddenly too hot.
“I cannae speak o’ that,” she said. “Because I dinnae ken just how… big ye mean.”
“Quite,” said Elsie.
“I see,” said Muirin.
For a moment, they were both silent. Then, she said, “Bigger than… let us say, a dirk?”
“A dirk?” Elsie echoed with a frown. “I suppose it depends on the size of the dirk.”
“Quite right,” said Muirin. “Could ye show me, perhaps? With yer hands?”
Elsie hesitated for a moment before she held up her hands to the approximate length of what she thought Halvard’s member reached. When she looked at Muirin, her eyes were wide, but she didn’t seem too concerned.
“Nay, that’s… that’s in the range o’ normal,” she said. “It’s a good thing ye’re a tall lass.”
Muirin let out an awkward chuckle, one that Elsie didn’t echo. She was too busy trying to figure out if this was something she could actually do, but the more she thought of Halvard, especially in the bath, the more her mouth watered. Surely, she thought, there would be ways.
“What is it like?” she asked Muirin. “When a man beds ye?”
“Are we assumin’ ye like this man?” Muirin said.
“Does it matter?”
“Och aye.”
“Then let us say you like him very much,” said Elsie.
