Seems like the last two paragraphs refer to my character as her beta, but my character is her alpha. Further up in the scene it recognizes this.
Once you've talked about your days, Seastone has her chance to discuss her own day. Although your adventures are considerably more varied, your Alpha seems to have her hands full with the complexity of a society based on Alpha and Beta relationships; although Seastone's own home is close enough to the elves that they've adapted to more balanced interactions with non-combatants, the siorcs living further away take far more convincing.
It feels good to get things off of your flat chest, and with hands coated in sticky-sweet precum, and a tummy full of snacks and tea, you realize it's time to get a move on... an action which still requires some lap-scrambling to actually climb free. "I'll be back again soon, mistress." You promise.