She feels a little silly when he mentions sight, calls her a miracle worker. No, she can't fix that, but she can tend to it. The blood will draw creatures eventually, so that needs patched, and he's injured in other places. She's prepared to rebuke his teasing with a bit of her own, when he speaks again.
Dear ashleaf. She does blush this time, right into the tips of her ears. For one brief selfish moment, she's glad that he can't see her.
It sounds so elegant when he says it, and she doesn't know what to say back. Everything that she tries to think of sounds lame or insincere in the wake of that endearment. So she doesn't say anything at all as a response. She takes his hand instead, like she remembers him doing before, and she places a kiss against his palm. A promise to protect him and keep him safe.
"I'll find us someplace." She almost says safe, but there's no such thing here. The most they could hope for is a few hours of peace somewhere that's not entirely uncomfortable. "You can rest, then."
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Dear ashleaf. She does blush this time, right into the tips of her ears. For one brief selfish moment, she's glad that he can't see her.
It sounds so elegant when he says it, and she doesn't know what to say back. Everything that she tries to think of sounds lame or insincere in the wake of that endearment. So she doesn't say anything at all as a response. She takes his hand instead, like she remembers him doing before, and she places a kiss against his palm. A promise to protect him and keep him safe.
"I'll find us someplace." She almost says safe, but there's no such thing here. The most they could hope for is a few hours of peace somewhere that's not entirely uncomfortable. "You can rest, then."