"Bronx?" | say shyly. | hope he is sleepy enough that he will just say yes to my request.

 

"Yeah, Baby?" he responds sleepily. His voice is almost a whisper.

 

"| want to do something for you, but | need your permission and I'm afraid you'll say no," | try to sound casual and calm.

 

The light of the moon shining through the window is the only light allowing me to see his reaction. He opens his eye and looks atme with concern but his voice sounds suspicious of my motives, "Why would | ever tell you no? But more importantly, why would you need permission?"

 

"I-| want to heal you," | sit up, facing him, "I don't want you to end up with scars like mine. | know in Blood River having scars is a badge of honor, but this is different.”

 

"You're right. I'm going to say no," he rolls gingerly on his back away from me and stares at the ceiling, "It isn't your burden to bear. | don't want you to waste your precious strength on something like that. You're healing, yourself. You don't need to heal me too."

 

Ugh, why does my mate have to be so stubborn.

 

"Bronx, please. | have enough strength for this. | mean I'll probably be tired tomorrow, but | will be fine, | promise,” | pout.

 

"Kas, you almost died bringing me back from the brink of death. | can't lose you because you are worried about my vanity. | can't."

 

no poison in your bloodstream anymore, it's just flesh wounds. This is basic stuff. I've trained for

 

also a touch of confusion mixed in. He stops and rubs his face with his hands before he puts them on

 

crap. He's frustrated with

 

not going to stop until | say

 

not," | shrug, trying to

 

this and anything

 

just make me extra sleepy. |

 

this to turn into a fight, so if it will appease you, fine. You can try to heal me. What do you want me to do?" A sense of relief spreads

 

is well...not full of lash marks. Don't think about me, don't think about anyone else, just imagine what

 

looks at me like I'm crazy. "Just close your eyes and focus, please.”

 

my eye and sigh deeply. | know this is a bad idea

 

when you move when you exercise.

relax when you're next to me," she speaks, her voice subtly changes, "Good, now think deeper than that. Think down to the individual strands of muscle. Think about when they are flexed, about when they are

 

I'm hypnotized. Her voice melts into me, becoming part of me. It's so natural, like it

 

| can feel my body, but it doesn't necessarily matter at that moment. | am more than

 

it to stop. | feel any tension that | didn't even know that | had been holding on to

 

out and cooling down. | open

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