The Aftermath

His laughter resonated throughout the small cavern, echoing off the walls until it escaped out the entrance. Aurelia gasped once more before falling limp beneath him, unconscious from the pain riddling her body. Everything fell eerily silent. Sephiran sat where he was for a few more minutes, savoring her perfume and licking the matted blood on her neck before forcing himself upright. Using a paw he scooped her face beneath her cheek and turned her head towards him. In this state, he could really study her facial features. She was kinda nice to look at. Shoving the thought away, he dropped her head to focus on the task at hand.

Aurelia hadn’t patched herself up before she lost consciousness. Which meant Sephiran was burdened with the task now. A low, irritated growl bubbled inside of him, but he went to work on grinding up the herbs in his mouth so he could apply them. The falcon lingered off to the side, watching Aurelia to see if she would suddenly wake up. And once Sephiran was content with his poultice, he roughly shoved it into her wounds to pack them full. Over the next several days she would need a few rounds of this treatment. Which would be more fun when she was awake. And they would heal, but leave behind scars to serve as a reminder of this day.

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