"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."

 

anymore, it's just flesh wounds. This is basic stuff.

 

is also a touch of confusion mixed in. He stops and rubs his face with

 

crap. He's frustrated with

 

not going to stop until | say yes, are

 

not," | shrug, trying to sound

 

let you do this and anything

 

just make me

 

his sides in defeat, "Okay, | don't want this to turn into a fight, so if it will appease you, fine. You can try to heal me. What do you want

 

Don't think about me, don't think about anyone else, just imagine what you look

 

eyes and focus, please.” : He closes his eye and takes a deep breath. Bronx's

 

eye and sigh deeply. | know this is a bad idea but | have to

 

think about your body. Think about what it feels like when you move when you exercise. The way your muscles

deeper than that. Think down to the individual strands

 

| feel my body relax, like I'm hypnotized. Her voice melts into me, becoming part of me. It's so

 

in the universe. | can feel my body, but it doesn't necessarily matter at that

 

| feel a warmth building in my chest radiating to my back. It doesn't hurt. It's comforting and | don't want it to stop. | feel any tension that

 

into the far corners of my body, evening out and

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