touch and go

She could see it in his eyes as his purple gaze looked up to her that he was still fighting. He wasn’t done yet and she could feel the eagerness alongside him that would build for the day they could walk from the den together. For now he could barely move, though he did move. Before Deathbelle could stop him the man moved forward to collapse in her arms. He pushed his head against her chest and Belle did her best to hold him. The plush furs would cushion him, but his injuries were so severe even that wasn’t fool proof. ”Oh, Magnus.” She muttered softly as she carefully wrapped herself around him. She wanted to be close, she wanted to take him pain away. Deathbelle wished she could make him whole once more, but for now she would just give him what he wanted. To be close. She nuzzled into him, lightly so she didn’t aggravate any injuries, and she held him and whispered quietly. Assuring himself and her that he would pull through this.