I'm jealous, I'm overzealous

Assuring her that he was fine was not an easy feat, but when she saw the look in his eyes and the low rumble of a reply came, she knew better than to press the issue. He would probably refuse any treatment anyway, though if he ever caught an infection, Atreyu would give him no choice. She couldn't lose her betrothed to sepsis, that was not how he was meant to go out. No sooner than she made to back off of him, he pulled her into his chest and lay his head on hers. With her heart racing in her chest, Atreyu leaned into the smoky depths of his coat, despite the heat that threatened to suffocate them.

Asking what she was doing out here alone made her sigh softly under her breath. "I was praying." She answered simply, not knowing what else to say. She let herself forget where she was for a moment, and that these lands seemed more savage than the Judilian territories of their homeland. Suddenly there was a pang of homesickness unlike any she had felt before, and she let a single tear slip from those unique eyes, unknowingly landing on Azriel's forelimb. Her prayers were for the future, but her heart still sang for the past sometimes. This brush with death reminded her how final everything actually was. They really would never see their home again, and it was all thanks to the demon king. If she ever saw him or his kin again, it would be the last time they saw daylight.

"Azriel" || "Atreyu"