The need to feel that you're alright

Isa hadn't heard the growling promise, but if she had, perhaps she wouldn't have walked out into the rain afterall. Alas, she did and so they walked together through the rain back to the place that she now called home. The downpour chilled the woman and, though it felt good on her bruised flesh, it made her a little too cold. By the time they had returned to the Col, Isa was thoroughly waterlogged and freezing.

Just as the fae turned and began to move towards her den, Sirius stepped into her path. The fae blinked and looked up at him with a questioning glance. He then informed her that he wanted to see to her wounds. Part of Isa wanted to deny him and say that she was fine. The look in his eye, however... When he offered to fetch his healer instead, Isa shook her head. "No need for a healer. You will suffice." There wasn't much to tend to. It was mostly bruising. The cut on her lip was obvious. If it would make him feel better though, she would let him do what he needed to do.

Isa was a good patient. She sat still and was quiet as he looked her over. Being this close to him though... the heat thrummed through her veins, warming up her chilled body. The blue dame remembered the taste of his lips and tongue and her tail gave a little thump on the ground as she tried to settle herself. Still... she watched his mouth as he worked, not able to help herself.

"Isa"