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*Fel* · 11-23-2020, 01:19 AM

Azriel's tongue, his touch, his very demeanor was so tender. When had he ever been so tender? It proved to Fel just how broken she must have appeared at the moment and part of her wanted to balk against it. Wanted to snatch her wounded leg away from him and say that she was fine. Another part, the larger part, truly needed someone else to care. She'd been through a lot, dammit. Didn't she deserve a bit of tenderness? If Abraxas chose to provide, then she wouldn't deny this moment between man and woman. It he chose to provide, she would accept it as the gift that it was.

Oh so gently the giant striped brute took her paw, turning the wounded limb so that he could fully inspect it. She allowed him to do so, her face turning fully so that both eyes could watch the care given. Though they didn't know one another terribly well, Fel knew that this sort of gentleness was in short supply as far as Azriel was concerned. It was a rarity. Again, she thanked Abraxas for this moment. Her breath was steady, but ever now and again it would come in a shaky rasp, particularly when his tongue hit a sore area. She liked it though. The dark lady liked it a lot.

His voice actually startled her. She was so used to the silence and her own mental musings that she hadn't expect anything so real to break either one. The woman's pupils pinned much like a birds before she was able to focus fully. Even his words were kind. How could she respond to them though without blowing the whole situation open wide? Aerie was a tight lipped, private bunch. They did not let their secrets or their pack business out to others, no matter how enticing it might be. And then he apologized for something that he didn't even know about. Still unable to speak, Fel did the only thing that she could do. Moving her head forward, the woman's ears pulled back and she rested her forehead against his cheek. A silent thank you.

The chill had long left her svelte frame thanks to the heat pouring off of the big beast beside her. Fel would have been content to stay like this, but soft pawfalls pulled her attention away from her comfort. The fae's garnet gaze fell upon the lovely form of Sibyl. The items that she brought were those of a healer. Internally, Fel chuckled. That proved just how little she knew of this pair. She had no idea that the pallid fae had any knowledge of healing. As Sibyl settled along her other side, the dark woman adjusted, pressing her body into the smaller dame as much as she could without disturbing her work. The acrid scent of herbs hit her nose as Sibyl began to chew. Though she didn't want to, Fel extracted her foreleg from Azriel's grasp and moved it closer to the small fae. Sibyl was going out of her way to help, so Fel would do her best to make things go smoothly.

Since the wound was on the leg closest to Azriel, Fel leaned her full weight against him. This way she could stretch her injured limb out and closer to Sibyl so that the woman could work. It would also turn the wound upward so that it could be more easily accessible. As she leaned into the striped man, she realized again just how tired she was. Though recent events had torn her to pieces inside, at the moment she was feeling a little better. Sliding her cheek along blackened fur that was slightly more coarse than her own, she managed to finally speak. "Thank you." It was for them both and she meant it with all of the sincerity that she could muster.

"Speech"

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