Life Ain't Always Beautiful

“They know,” he whispered “They know.” But her breathing had already evened out, and he knew the sound of her sleep. Despite the exhaustion, he found that he could not sleep with the woman he thought dead in his arms. His eyes trailed down her familiar body, and he was a little ashamed for the lust he felt, watching the rise and fall of her even breathing. She was… damaged, hurt, mentally and physically. Her health and safety were the most important things.

That also meant that he could not sleep, and risk the night terrors. So, instead, he held her sleeping body, feeling the aches and pains of his, which helped a little to wash away the exhaustion threatening to pull him down. It had been a long journey here, and he had not taken much rest during it.

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