Her hands were hot against the icy sting of my open wound, a warm bath of rosepetal-like fingers that layered the salve over crackling skin. Soft caresses like the kiss of a summer breeze, replaced by a blanket of gauze.
She was a quiet creature, never once speaking unless prompted, but at her sharp Insistence, I relented.
Her touch seemed to steal away even the slightest ache, and in the comfort of her lap, I could at last close my eyes.
I was weak in this state,
But I was safe in her arms.
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