Pull me back under

At the sound of her voice, Sephiran was a bit surprised. His ears twitched, swiveling in her direction before falling forward again. Still looking at the salve in his paws, he decided to answer her in simple terms. "A form of branding." He turned to her then, casting his amethyst and emerald gaze towards hers. In this lighting, the azure hue looked deeper than normal, contrasting drastically against the grey that painted her eyelids. “It means you’re mine.” He leaned forward, applying the salve to her neck first - packing it into the wound until there was a thick layer left behind. He repeated the process with the wounds on her scruff. Using rough movements that weren’t meant to be soothing or comforting. He was irritated with having to do this in the first place - she should be the one treating her wounds.

He didn’t feel the need to elaborate on the specificity of the marking just yet. In due time, she would understand what it meant to be a Sidi - his Sidi specifically. Though, so far he felt he painted a pretty clear picture of what her future looked like from here on out.  

"Speech"