2019-11-11 - Kind Hands and Magic Kisses

Once Lilith was ensured to be strong enough to stand and get around on her own in the hospital under company's watchful and assessing eyes, she immediately asked for three things of Byron. And she's not quite on her way to pissy about it yet like the last hospital stay when she was crushed whole by an elephant seal. She's too clingy and gracious about him facilitating her traumatized clingy without commenting on it to quite go there. But she is getting whiny. She's always been better at dishing it out than she has been at taking it, all told.

Anyway.

A: Lilith wants a shower, she doesn't care if she has to hang both bandaged arms out of the stall the whole time in the bathroom while he washes her.
B: Lilith wants discharged because IVs have seen to her dehydration and blood loss issues at this point and arm bandages are no reason to stay in the hospital, according to her.
C: Lilith wants red popsicles from the store on the way because she has faith that issues A and B are within Byron's permissions and capabilities, so might as well ask.

Byron is very persuasive magic when he wants to be. It probably explains why they eventually end up at his Penthouse. But during the ride, she sucks up her pride and gives into her frustration about still being injured, even though she's been sent home with antibiotics and painkillers. The main issue in her mind is that if her arm scars, other current hinderances aside, it will look like a suicide attempt scar and she does not want to have a marking like that on her arm for people to see and assume by. So she texts Erin Addington and asks of the woman if she can do her a solid and come by Byron's penthouse at the apartments whenever she has free time. She explains it's not an emergency, but that she is injured and can't, of course, fix it herself.

That and she is absolutely itching to re-align Byron's body to perfection and hale balance, despite his outpatient treatment and lack of dangerous wounding at current time. She just doesn't like him hurt in whatever degree and she's a bit hypersensitive to it for her own reasons. But she also knows he'd probably rather she didn't given certain consequences, and with her so weakened, she had no business exerting abilities and power, regardless of whether or not she could do it, in theory. Either way, she's smart enough to save that exchange and conversation for when she is looking healthy and lovely again. It's just easier to make her points and persuade him when she's not bandaged to shit, at least according to her trains of logic.

So that's where they are eventually, there at Byron's place instead of the hospital, awaiting Erin's company at some point soon. And even though it's chilly, she asks to sit on the balcony while they settle in a spell to wait. She wants the fresh crisp autumn air after all that time in a sterile hospital environment with the manufactured chilled air.

After a shower and changing into clean casual clothes -- it's definitely sweater weather, so he has one of those tossed on with a pair of jeans -- he's trying his best to relax with a glass of scotch in hand. He has his own aches and pains, most bruises from the barrage of rocks and sticks that struck him as they all worked to get Lilith to safety. He was even grazed by an arrow across the chest, but he's taken some painkillers to try and ignore all of that for now.

The security downstairs already have Erin Addington's name on file. In fact, she lived here once, she they know her by visage. That doesn't give her clearance to come in, of course, but Thorne's words do. So while they allow her entrance into the gate, the doorman of the building will escort her into the elevator so that she can reach the penthouse, which needs a special elevator key to access. When the doorbell is rung, Byron is there to greet her with a friendly smile and a 'come inside' gesture. "Thanks for taking the time to stop by. With how often we end up in the hospital, it's always good to be out and about--" He looks to Lilith when he tacks on, "Even though I'm pretty sure some of us could use more rest."

Dressed casually for Erin, she's wearing a pair of pale khaki chinos with the legs rolled up a few times making a cuff about mid-calf. An olive green colored oversized sweater is paired with the pants and a plain pair of deck shoes. Her hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail. After being shown to the Penthouse, she rings the bell and smiles at Byron when he allows her in. "You know I'll come any time either of you ask me too. Someday maybe you'll allow me to go with you to all these places where you keep getting hurt and I can do it more immediate." It's a gentle chide, nothing serious, but she does come inside. "It looks like you're not feeling so well either. But what's better than one healer? Two. I'll get her in shape hopefully, then she can take care of you?"

Lilith couldn't be bothered with clothing, honestly, once they were out of the hospital. She's swaddled in one of Byron's plush masculine robes of luxury like a fancy Snuggy-blanket while out on the balcony with her espresso cup. She would rather the scotch, but she's still admittedly not in a way where she should have blood thinned by alcohol until Erin arrives. That and... she likes using the machine, okay. Besides, it's warm while she's out there with the chilly autumn air on the seating, looking at the view. She overhears company being let in at the door, though, which lazily propels the woman into her own stand.

Hair in tousled waves from drying natural and maybe a bit wildly, Lilith steps into the open balcony doorway and leans on one side of the framing to look at Erin coming in with a fond slant of smile and dry greeting, "Tch. When we start buying voluntary seasonal tickets to the bloody Shitshows, we'll put you on our season pass. But you know what we should do instead? Go dancing and have a girls night. Super soon. So soon. I need to feel like myself again in full and I'm pretty sure that entails uhn-tiss club mixes and mooching drinks to have a bathroom confessional with later. You ever notice how everyone in the women's bathroom is your friend when you're blotto, or is that just me?"

After she's made her greeting and suggestion to arriving company, she pushes away from the door to close it behind herself, then drops off her espresso cup on the way to meandering sit on the long end of the leather sofa arrangement so Erin can come sit beside her when she pats, "Come hug me, I have no shame asking for them after a whole lot of lately." Her eyes make a wander to Byron to give him a small, genuine smile of affection, "You going to let me at you when I'm in fighting condition, or am I going to have to sit on you and tickle compliance? No point in your hurt lingering, tough guy. I don't want to be all careful with you when I can use my arms right again."

Once Erin is inside, Byron speaks quietly to her, his head tilted in her direction, "Also, thanks for what you did for Isabella. Cutting her loose at the church." He then goes on to admit, "I should've said it sooner," Maybe he did, but if so, he believes its worth repeating, "but, I had other things on my mind." Like Lilith being missing. Leading the way into the penthouse, one which Erin would already be familiar with, he tells, "Have a seat. And would you like anything to drink? You know I have a fully stocked bar, but there's also coffee and tea."

Attentive dark eyes watch as Lilith enters the room, that's when he starts on his way to the kitchen in the case Erin requests a drink. His own glass of scotch sits on the corner of the island. There's a look of amusement on his features, listening to Lilith go on, but when she finally asks him something which Erin was curious about as well, it takes him a moment to consider. "If this were the perfect world, then I'd have neither of you performing any healing magic, because that only invites danger and more threats. This isn't a perfect world though," He looks ponderously at Lilith, "We'll see after you're all patched up."

"I would do anything for Isabella, she's one of my best friends. We understand our issues with our families and.. she's just so nonjudgmental. I don't know what I'd do without her to talk to." Erin shakes her head, "I plan on having wine tonight later, so I'll hold off for now but thank you." She glances between them. "No, this isn't a perfect world. And I know we can't choose time or place most of the time in the dream world."

A smile is given to Lilian. "Oh yes. I would totally heal for a girls night out." An ironic twist of her lips at her own play of words. "I want a girls night out so much. We have to bring Sutton, I'm pretty sure she needs one as much as the rest of us." Laughter lightens the moment, "Yes, definitely. And women go in groups. I don't mind that. Usually my clutch is too small to carry emergency lipstick.

She does walk over and has a seat right beside her, leaning in for a genuine hug, cheek touching briefly. "I still think the two of you are so sweet together. Nothing will change mind."

"Sutton, Isabella, You, Me. It's a ladydate. We're probably all in desperate ways to give absolutely no flicks or fracks." Lilith confirms for Erin, leaving her arms down during the hug to let herself be embraced with the pressure of it and lean. The slant of her smile turns into a softened, full-blown kind of glow by the time they've drawn back to look at each other again, the tail end of the other woman's words with commentary seeming to automatically shift her eyes to Byron afterwards. There's a press of her lips to try and smother the smile away so she doesn't look utterly ridiculous and starry-eyed while looking at the man for a good few heartbeats, but it's pretty futile. She's still glowing as she comments with resonating warmth, "He's stunning in his way, isn't he? He makes me feel the lengths he'd go to for me and they always hit me right through the middle bits."

There's maybe a couple of realizations then that Erin can deduce because Lilith loosens the oversized wrap of the robe from her shoulders so she can slide her arms out to show the bandaging low and thick and excessive on her forearm, a smaller one high on her opposite arm. And she's bare flesh in partial without much regard for modesty while doing so to show the other woman and to prepare for peeling the gauze away when it's time. And yes, Byron is right there, so gushing affectionate commentary aside, they've clearly had a development between them physically that makes the piecemeal disrobing and baring of flesh pretty casual on the woman's part, as she's not really thinking twice about it or bothering to cover.

So yeah, Lilith isn't drugged this time updating Erin on her and Byron's sex life (or lackthereof at the time), but she probably doesn't need to be given context clues. With her arms going out for small showing, she clarifies needlessly, as if trying to minimize her damages, "Just the arms are hurt, nothing else to look for or find for fixing." She pauses, lashes dropping to regard a bandage edge before absently picking it loose with slow motion preparation for removal, though she's not quite doing it yet and makes conversation so Erin is set at ease and doesn't overfocus. Also, she's nosy, so. "Wait, you're 'planning on having wine' tonight, which means you probably have a date. Who? Spill."

Byron seems content when Erin explains her relationship to Reede, drawing out a slow nod from him. Now that he's been reunited with his scotch, the glass is lifted to his lips for a sip, before stating, "Speaking of, how was the festival? I'm trying to get a gauge on whether I should push for it next year as well. Roen did good work with the decor and it seemed like our visiting guests, from what I've heard, rather enjoyed it." He's truly curious about it all, since the festival was his baby. "In the end, it was a sight to behold, even if the entire thing was marred by a thick fog, but that's to be expected in the PNW." Though not fog like that...

The comment about the both of them being sweet together, just brings out a smile and a laugh. He remains by the island, taking refuge on one of the stools there just as Lilith begins to disrobe to show Erin her wounds. Concerned eyes look to the bandaged sections, having seen the wounds first hand during the rescue but not much after it. See, the idea that Erin might be going on a date later didn't occur to him when it was brought up, but Lilith's mind grasps onto that bit of information. Taking yet another drink, he won't comment on that and just look between to the women as he mulls over his own thoughts.

"Lady date it is." Erin smiles at the very thought of going out with the girls. Ohh she does notice the difference even before the removal of the robe/snuggie and it makes her beam a smile between them! "It's about time," she says softly, bouncing a little but careful for Liliths arms. She doesn't seem overly shy about the exposure either, she is getting good at seeing bodies as things to be repaired! There's one little correction though. "All the good men are married or have girlfriends or boyfriends already. I'm having wine with Sutton. Wine and steak. Just hanging out. I think it'll be good for both of us." Her eyes lift to Byron and she laughs, "The rest of the festival was really good. You did great, the planning was followed and everyone had a great time."

Dropping her eyes again, this time to Lilith's arms, she says softly. "Let's take care of these. I really don't want you to be in pain any longer than you have been already." She flips to looking internally to gauge the wounds and a frown mars her brow. Of course the slashes do look suicidal, but she doesn't have that sense they were. Just the looks. Reaching out her hands, she takes the other woman's and closes her eyes, because she knows that unfocused look can be weird. She gets to work on the reparations.

"Mm, if I didn't have a piece of tall, dark, and handsome over there brooding about whether or not I should come at him with my magic fingers, I'd crash in on you both. Steak and wine sounds better than some chump on a date, if I'm being honest. At least right now. Plus, the two of you getting drunk on meat protein and wine tannins is probably going to lead to one hell of a nice slump coma of lazy calm or a nice and therapeutic vent session. Or both." Lilith speaks to Erin like the explanation is a damn fine substitute for an actual date after giving the woman time to answer in regards to the festival for Byron. There's a slight smile of regret when Erin confirms how well done it was and how others had fun overall, but it's a flicker-- moreso it shifts right into small pride for the guy and his brainchild event.

"I've never had kobe beef. I feel like I should say that for Byron to hear so he knows how to feed me when we're finally in a way to go out without issues cropping up. I'm very subtle, see. It's how you nab their asses into most things, make them think it was their idea." The bandaged woman keeps up the conversation with her lashes lifting from the bandaging gauze where she's peeling it back some, eyeing the guy at the island with his scotch with her lips at fond, teasing tilt. Then when she realizes and feels the tingle and warmth of Erin starting to work, she holds her breath and drops off with anticipation.

She can talk for Erin's sake to ease her into focus, but really, healing feels strange and different, even when you're able to dole it out yourself. So after the chatter stops, Lilith's lashes drop again, this time to closing in mirror of the woman aligning and speeding her body to mend from the inside. Then after sitting up straighter, cheeks subtly more lively with coloring, she finishes peeling back the bandaging at one side to reveal the remaining pink vestiges that are the last things to go in these matters, telltale of where she was split open before tending.

Suddenly, she exhales with a shudder and starts to mist up with tears when her eyes reopen, blinking a few times fast with surprise over how emotional the relief of being more or less whole and uninhibited makes her feel in this particular case. It seems her wounding wasn't just physical when it comes to her arms. There's probably some context there given how relieved she is to see the memory of what happened disappearing to leave her just Lilith again, "... dear sweet hell. That's so... thank you, Erin."

"I never knew that both you and Miss Sutton were friends." Byron says after taking another sip from his glass then setting it down. "Then again, why wouldn't you be? Having lived as neighbors for as long as Sutton's been in town." This is followed by, "I'm glad to see that some of my tenants were able to become possibly life-long friends." However when Erin points out that all the good men in town were taken and some such, yes, he's eavesdropping when he brings up, "What about the guy that de la Vega set up to watch over you? The one with the dogs?" He knows the guy's a cop, but it's not one that he's entirely familiar with.

If anything, he seems pleased to hear about the success of the festival. Alexander's words of cautious always had him worried that something would go terribly wrong and in truth, several somethings went terribly wrong. So much that, despite her not meaning it at all, he knew that at least one person (named Isabella) decided that it would be best to never be alone, to always be vigilant until the festival was over. Something which Byron took offense with at the time.

He'll pretend, poorly, to not listen in to what advice Lilith tries to give, though there's a smile on his lips even if he's not facing the women directly-- that is, until Erin begins the healing process. Only then does he swivel his seat so that he can better observe both women, saying nothing until it's over.

When it looks like the task was done, that's when he moves to step down from off his chair, taking a couple of steps towards the couch. "You're really coming into your own with that magic." He speaks glowingly of Erin, "I remember when you used to be so nervous." Which wasn't that long ago.

"I agree, I think it'll be fun. She texted me back after I texted her last night and she was having a hard night. So I invited her over, ordered wine and steak and hopefully she can relax a little, or at least vent, if she needs to." There's a smile at the beef comment and she looks towards Byron. "You've already proven if you put your mind to it you can accomplish anything. You've done that several times over since our school years. You've turned out to be quite a success. I'm sure your dad would be proud." While the bandages are being removed, she looks down at the puckered skin, knowing even those lines would be gone soon. The reaction surprises her and she leans in again to hug her gently, "Aw, Lilith. You're welcome. You don't even have to ask. Just let me know you're wounded and I'll help all I can."

Dark eyes lift to Byron. "We.. have talked a few times. I'm getting to know her better. I know it may seem odd for us to both have interest in the same person and trust me, I've beaten myself up about it repeatedly. But she's known about me.." and everyone else. "And as far as I know, there's no issue. She's tried to reassure me and I just.. I try to walk away but I'm not sure I know how, exactly." There's a wry look to her. "Andy? I'm sure he's not interested. He has my name, number, address, and I think at the time I had so much drama going on with Gohl. Now with my grandmother disowning me." She just shrugs. "So mostly, I spend my evenings alone, which is starting to suit me just fine."

"I did that for over a decade probably ninety percent of the time, the alone thing. It gets old, then you get used to it. Then you get pissed because you're used to it, then it gets old again, rinse and repeat." Lilith tells Erin with dry sympathy and a click of her tongue after listening to Byron and then the other woman at length. Apparently Byron is more on the up and up than she is, or maybe she noticed and is just now connecting some dots, because she blinks once and tilts her head in regards to a certain someone there in the context between the two women as a topic. But then Erin notices the misty-eyed moment of emotional overwhelm and comes in for the hug.

This time, Lilith does lift her arms to embrace Erin back with squeezing, bared torso and remaining upper bicep bandage be damned. The adjusting can wait til she's done being grateful and tamping back that little spell of relieved emotion before Byron fully gets to the couch. The man probably guesses she's carrying some trauma after being 'elsewhere' so long, but that doesn't mean she wants him to see it, so much, beyond the clinginess cropping up here and there. Maybe her passing out topless hugs to other pretty women will help smoke and mirror that! "Thanks so much. Same for you, anything ever explodes, I got your back, pretty girl. Your grandmother disowned you, though? Hell. Honestly, it's brutal to say, but you're probably better off. Then again, people could say that about my father being dead too, didn't make it suck any less, so I get it."

After straightening with lean back, she gets the upper arm bandaging off, then holds out her bared arms to display to Byron with a hint of a proud smile for Erin after he lays on the compliment, clearly agreeing, herself, "I can squeeze you to bits now. Watch out."

Byron Thorne is an accomplished man. This he knows well enough, but he's surprised when Erin mentions his father in her complimentary statement towards him. It elicits a blink from him, but nothing more. He makes no further comment about it and just leaves it be.

Byron's not one to talk about other men's relationships issues, especially when it comes to juggling women, but he will give Erin a slightly sympathetic nod when she brings up this web that she's found herself tangled in. "Well, if that guy," He's talking about Andy, "isn't reaching out to you because of the Gohl drama or your grandmother disowning you," He'd heard about that, "Then he's not worth it. Hell, I'm sure you could find a decent guy outside of Gray Harbor." What he adds on is mostly muttered, "Your quality of life will become better too."

Listening to the rest of the conversation with Lilith piping up, Byron realizes that he's never experienced-- no, he had once, when he was fourteen. Though it's not that he wasn't surrounded by interested parties, even having hooked up with some of them throughout the years following the incident. He'll watch them embrace, those dark eyes of his watching in silent observation until it's broken off. "As tempting as that would be, I don't think my bits would really care to be squeezed right now." He could still feel the pain in his chest and back. "But I'm glad that you're feeling better."

He then asks, "Are you sure I can't get anything? One for the road?" This is asked of Erin.

"I have those nights. Like, I'm 26 why am I alone? I should get out and do more. Then I sit there and feel sorry for myself, then I realize how lucky I am. I love my home, my friends, I'm considering a baby. They have those donor places. I've got money." Shock factor? Maybe. Or maybe she's really considering it.

There's a smile as Erin straightens from the hug, the state of dress or undress of Lilith had mostly been forgotten. Looking towards Byron she catches the blink, but she doesn't really mention seeing him at his childhood home that night. "I'm single, I have a lot of baggage, I'm sure I'll remain single awhile. Maybe I'm really choosy or something," she grins, getting to her feet. "Thank you for the offer, but I should go, the deliveries will be coming soon. You both be careful and keep me updated on your health! If you need, call. No matter what time."

"I... will. And hey, tell Sutton about the lady date and I'll tell Isabella and we'll set it up and it will happen. Hell or high water." Lilith might think the whole baby bit might be extreme for an independent woman cry given Erin is younger than her and she wouldn't know what to do with a whole damn baby, especially alone! She bites back the suggestion to get a puppy that pisses on everything first. She'll save it for drinking! Her arms slip back into the robe so she can swaddle it anew when Erin rises to leave, remembering her bandages are off, state of health demonstrated to Byron too, and she should probably do that now.

Lilith rises too and slips a hand over into Byron's to hold with squeezing there for a pulse instead of hugging him to bits now that she can, watching the other female pack up and go tend to prep for meat and wine and ladytalk, "Also, before I forget, don't give me tequila shots, I'll fight someone. Or do give them to me, live on the edge. Fair warning though. See you soon, kitten. And thanks again."

Erin gets a slow not when she lists off everything that she is lucky for, that it until the point when she says she's considering a baby. Hearing this news, Byron can't help but be surprised. The girl was 26, for one. He's not going to openly question it though. "You do have a lot going for you," He will agree, "Which is why I wouldn't be concerned about your love life this soon. I mean," Nope, he's not mentioning Geoff's name right now. "As much as this town is a blight on all of our families and lives, it can also bring people together." Or break them up in his case as well.

"Again, thanks for all your help, Erin." And he'll escort her to the door once she's ready to take her leave, even if he has to drag Lilith along with him.

"She really is coming into her own." He comments, before holding Lilith at arms length, looking over the areas that were bandaged earlier, "Feeling better then?"

Byron does have to drag Lilith along with to the door behind Erin. Granted, it's not dragging so much as leading, but either way, she doesn't seem to want to let go of his hand now that she's got vitality and grip strength back. She'll still be tender on the forearm up through the next day, muscles where the deep flaying cut are sore no doubt, but it's that deep and different way he knows about firsthand after renewal is launched in the body and the high of relief that comes before the after-fatigue, "She is. Might be leaning into the cut-free I-am-woman bit a little hard, but I can maybe poke at that with drinks in hand so she backpedals it a little bit for her own good. I feel like a whole baby is maybe a hasty idea. But..."

Taking up a whole lot of minding her own business now with Byron holding her out at length to examine, she nods and looks up at the man for a serious moment, "Yes. I do. And you know what I'm about to ask to do. But hear me out first and think of it this way..." Lifting up one of his hands now, she kisses over the knuckles at the back of the captive holding while speaking. And when finished speaking, she briefly makes brushing drag caress back and forth there with her lips, a gesture that tickles and pokes with sheer intimacy on view and feel, despite the simplicity of what she's doing to his hand with affection.

"I know you're not mortally wounded and that it might be unnecessary risk when time can manage matters. I know I seem fussy about it. But you also know that time is not on our side here, that around every corner, every tick of the clock, it's a moment where something could happen. So while I want you together and comfortable, more than that, I want you ready, always ready to face whatever comes next, whenever it comes. I will not lose you. I fought to come back, to have you. So I will. And it will be worth every trade off and risk because that's just how our lives work for the time being."

Then, closing the distance, she edges in to stand with her body wrapped in his robe right against him so she can kiss at Byron's chest to make final appeal and closing inquiry, hands lifting to graze down his upper arms, "Let me?"

Of course, she feels okay. Byron had trust that Erin could pull it off, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't continue to have concerns. He brings both of her hands up to inspect them and her arms which were either bloodied and burned from what could recall. That's when she tries to keep him calmed to try to explain her case. Their hands already linked, he observes her lifting his to her lips then feels those lips press and brush against the back of his fingers.

He knows full well what she wants to say, so he'll listen attentively, his gaze focused on her mouth when she speaks, before they lift to meet with her bright blue eyes. "You know that all I need to do is take it easy for a few more days." Probably more than that to fully heal, but he doesn't bring that up. "It's dangerous, Lil. The toys, this Dream, I have no idea if it was connected in any way to those things that blamed you for healing all of us. If that was their way of stopping you by keeping you in the Dream world."

However, he's not a fool and he knows that she's right. They are drawn into dangerous situations all the time. Then she brings up the fact that she fought to break free of them to return to him. He very much looks like he's about to say something at that very point, but stops. Instead, when she steps in close, placing that kiss against his chest before asking for his confirmation, she can feel that breath move from within him, hear that heavy sigh which he releases, all the while his arms wrap around her body.

"Everytime you do this, you are tempting fate." But he knows that that goes for all healers, including Erin. "If it will bring you comfort to do it." His neck cranes forward to press his own lips atop her head at first, before drifting down to kiss at her temple.

"I tempted fate with you too. Look how that's turning out. Come here and let me gamble, handsome. You won't hate it." Lilith closes her eyes and folds into Byron's wrapping arms while leaned against the solidity of his body, still so solid and strong and redolent with security even in compromised state. Her head nudges up against his first kiss, then tilts aside some when his lips drift to her temple. Then while requesting (demanding) his close presence and attention, her arm in fine working order now slips up to loop to his neck in downward draw. Tilting face up to meet with his, she starts to kiss him unless he resists, slow and full of fluttering, hot breath and relish.

And while sinking into that moment, her other hand slips to fan resting against his chest between them, the fingertips of her looped arm curling to rest at the lifebeat pulse of his neck. Is she thanking him, distracting him, loving him... healing him. She's starting to heal him with a whole different, sensual and personal approach to his familiar body nestled with hers at standing. Lilith is kissing Byron back together hale and healthy again, using her affection as a focus conduit to flood him with mend and accelerating body life.

Turns out people can kiss someone all better, if very affectionately inclined and made like Lilith is from the inside. It's incredibly lovely and passionate and as heady as the high of relief that comes with the first and final ebbings of pain and affliction.

Byron obviously enjoys being called handsome, but it's what the rest of what Lilith says that gets him to smile some. "I've never hated that healing touch of yours." The smile can be heard within his words too, "But you do know how much I like to gamble... though only if I know the odds." Between kisses, he'll murmur, "We'll just need to handle it together if it ever comes down to that."

Once those words are spoken, he'll feel the heat of her mouth against his, breathing that kiss in deep. What takes him by surprise, for a brief period of time, is that he can feel her touch, though she's not focused on his wounds directly, but just on his lips. Being healed in this manner was always an odd feeling, only slightly less intrusive than those with his own abilities. He can feel her attention over him physically, even if just psychically, but then there is the strange feeling of how one's body being to mend and repair itself. just like that.

He won't ask how she's doing this, he already knows. Instead, he keeps her close, pressed against him, with one arm grazing fingertips down her back.