Forever in your skin

Once Sephiran felt the chill of the water really seep into his bones, he decided he was content with her cleanliness. She hadn’t bothered to take a drink, which was off, given she complained so much about being thirsty. “If you’re gonna drink, do it.” He hissed, giving her only a few moments to do so. And, if she decided not to, or was too weak to, didn’t matter to him. He dragged her back to the shore, laid her down, and shook the water from his pelt. It took several attempts until he felt mostly dry, and he turned to look at her limp, soaked body.

Throwing her over his shoulders again, Sephiran made his way back up the trail that led to her prison. The process of tending to her wounds was almost complete - he just needed to apply the salve now.

-exit-

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