just let go

Much to his surprise, and delight, Alessa had coolly ignored his flirtation. Maybe it wasn't appealing when he was injured or maybe she just didn't find it appealing at all. There was no way to be sure, but either way Killian was impressed. Most girls would giggle, or at least smile and flush, at those words. This one was an anomaly, and that was something he liked about her. He chuckled in the silence of the moment amused by his thoughts.



Her suggestion fell on ready ears. Killian had already been pulling away as she spoke to him, driving him toward the water. He now lay quietly there, basking in the cool relief that was taking over his injured limb. In only a few more moments, the swelling would subside and the nerves would cease function, leaving a blessed numbness in place of the pain. As he lifted his head to drink from the flow, he noticed that the female was watching him. He let his tongue snake out and lap up a few sips before acknowledging her.



Life danced in his ruby gaze now as he turned to return the observation. Seen enough yet? he questioned, his tone laced with sarcasm. He couldn't be sure how long she had been watching him, but his guess was that it had probably been long enough for her tastes. From the way she ignored his flirting before, Killian guessed she was no fun. Just a very kind, helpful wolf.



He wondered idly if it might be nice to talk to someone who wasn't "fun" for a change. Since leaving home, it wasn't something he had really experienced. The brute tended to flirt, or not to acknowledge others at all. In the months since he had been exiled, he had yet to have a normal, friendly conversation. He wasn't sure he was even capable anymore.