Neonatal Care

Ezra would get his wish today, as the silent steps of the veteran hunter would not be noticed by the focused healer. So diligent was she in her work that between making sure she didn't over crush the berries and listening for the kettle, she didn't hear the quiet click of claws on stone. All of a sudden, massive paws and strong arms were wrapped around her sides, making the petite fae gasp aloud and very nearly swing around to sock whoever had grabbed her in the eye, but the swift and sloppy kiss pressed to her cheek make her realize exactly who had ambushed her and what was going on. "Ezra! Knock it off!" she chided her obnoxiously affectionate boyfriend with a squeal and a flail of her paws at his face. "I'm trying to prepare some tea for the Queen and you're not helping!"

Syanna would continue to squirm and thrash in Ezra's hold until he either restrained her tighter or let her go. Either way, she would huff and turn a playful glare back over her shoulder to her dire wolf lover. "What am I going to do with you? Have you at least gone and done something useful for Artorias today?" she asked him. She'd become used to being the responsible one in their relationship, having to keep him on task when his one track mind because a little too one track, which happened often, much to her frustration and delight. He was a big dopey wolf, but he was her big dopey wolf.

"Syanna & Ezra"