patch you up, bed you down

He is relaxed, sprawled out lavishly on the bed. Fit for a king and his queen, after all. Most healers would say that Víðarr isn't an easy patient, but then, Tenshi isn't most healers. Before releasing her chin, the shadowy creature leans to place a kiss between her eyes, savoring every moment. No, they didn't need shame, not here. Things had been busy since settling the pack, and Víðarr was grateful for a blessed few moments alone.

Begrudgingly, the viking king relinquishes the injured paw into Tenshi's practiced care. A lip lifts, and he lets a bit of air hiss through his teeth at the sting of the salve. It's fleeting, passing just as quickly as it came on. Víðarr could handle the rending of flesh from bone, but the stinging? It's a little ouchie. Just a little. The paw was secure in a little bundle of hide, tidy and clean and protected. He knew better than to protest a healer. Doubly so, he knew better than to protest his wife.

Wife. The gods had smiled on him, blessed him. They'd brought the pair together, tangled within the red string of fate. Wrapped the two of them up in it, just as Víðarr lay tangled with her now. The viking king lifts his broad, dark head and settles it on Tenshi's shoulder-- or as close as she'll let him. "That woman's very large rat tried to eat my ear." Right, he's somewhere between offering the ear for inspection and trying to cuddle his wife. Maybe if there was a hole in the cartilage, they could find a quill or bone to stick through it. Ah, the doctor would know best.

"Víðarr"