your poker face ain't fooling nobody

*Samara* · Updated 04/30/23:

Samara hardly reacted to the shift in Rhyme, mostly to avoid disturbing him. She could feel whatever fight was left in him drain out under her touch and for a moment longer Samara closed her eyes, breathing in his scent as she continued her slow methodical grooming. His weight shifted as he lowered himself, and she could begin to groom a bit higher on his chest. The woman continued her soft melody, simply letting the notes go where they wished. She hadn't ever displayed as much tenderness in her life as she did now. Her eyes drifted closed, though she didn't sleep, simply letting herself be comforted by her own work.

The raven responded and Samara acknowledged her only with a tiny nod. Rhyme's weight started to spill onto her, his head resting on her shoulders. Samara kept at her gentle, delicate work. She would give it a bit longer but if Rhyme didn't doze off himself she'd ask the bird for help, her mind already considering the possible herbs she'd be looking for. Chamomile maybe, or Valerian root. Worst case a stone rich in Magnesium would help too.

The truth was Samara was more adept at breaking a mind than she was at healing one. But dammit if she wasn't going to try. She was certain she couldn't just assume anything that would help a body would help him but surely sleep was the first step in helping Rhyme to heal. In that moment though she wasn't totally aware of it, Samara had started to accept she would do anything for this man, that she loved him.

"Speak!" Think!

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your poker face ain't fooling nobody

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