gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
“Yes. Your normal heroic things. Being in the wrong place at the right time. Or in your case, right place wrong time.” She tells him, glancing up from his wound with an amused smile. Though she can’t talk about it, because she’s done exactly the same time and time again much to Bastien’s worries. She supposes it comes with the territory for those that are more focused on the wellbeing of others over themselves. But she’s been trying to be better about it, day after day.He comments about his shirt and she playfully rolls her eyes. “It is a beautiful shirt.” She pouts, though the corners of her lips rise in a smile as she cleans the wound and focuses on that, her expression growing firmer as he tells her even Isla couldn’t heal it. A frown finds her face and she looks back to him. “Do you know why Isla can’t heal it?” She asks quietly, wrapping it up the best she can after cleaning it, right enough to stop the bleeding and a covering in case it starts to bleed again before she faces him more fully.
you'd even bleed preciously
REXANNA
