Safrin
"And so I suppose most of our encounters will begin this way.." She surmised with a smile. Silently slipping off of the stone seat upon which she sat, Safrin made her way barefoot across the chamber. This time she did not hesitate as she reached Ronin, but nor were her movements the sexual but coquettish dance they normally were. Now she moved to him like an old friend or sibling, her touch free of manipulation. There was only concern for him now, for his mental and physical state.
If he'd allow it, she'd slip her hand up towards his cheek, cupping it ever so softly. Light would flow from her into him, melding with the fractured bits of bone and torn muscle, seeping into the hollow places left by the darkness and the lingering ghosts and filling them with light. His heartache and pain she'd not touch, having learned that Ronin healed more strongly when he triumphed over his trauma.
"Mmmm." Safrin hummed softly, gazing up into Ronin's blue eyes. "But now it is over."
If he'd allow it, she'd slip her hand up towards his cheek, cupping it ever so softly. Light would flow from her into him, melding with the fractured bits of bone and torn muscle, seeping into the hollow places left by the darkness and the lingering ghosts and filling them with light. His heartache and pain she'd not touch, having learned that Ronin healed more strongly when he triumphed over his trauma.
"Mmmm." Safrin hummed softly, gazing up into Ronin's blue eyes. "But now it is over."
