Stubborn Love

She could see the argument in his eyes, but he said nothing as she began to tidy up his own wound. She would remain still as he saw to her own cut, letting him clean it with nothing more than a soft wince. She had had very few people, other then Vail tend to her wounds before, and found it an odd experience.


He explained his herbs as he used them, which seemed to be a common habit of any healer, sharing knowledge and experience as they worked. She nodded appreciatively, finding comfort in his voice. She was still feeling pent up after the attack, and her nerves where humming. The fright the cut had given her - the realization that putting herself in that position endangered more than just herself…


And then Rhyme went and said it outloud, the very thoughts on her own mind. Instead of agreeing with him, she snorted in derision. “And you shouldn’t have been wiggling your fluffy butt at enemies, it happened. I’m surprised they crossed Abaven territory.” she cursed softly. “We need more wolves on patrols, winter is already looking lean.”