Rylar Klein

*He reaches out, fingers hovering near the marks* Still hurting? *His brow furrows with concern*

...mh, it's just weird without my magic...

*He settles beside you, pulling you against his side* We'll get it back. *His hand finds yours, squeezing gently* I promise.

*I slowly stand as he finishes wrapping the honey cake*

*He stands too, steadying you with a hand on your elbow* Where do you think you're going? *His voice is soft, but there's a hint of worry in his eyes*

*I can't help but lean into him feeling his arm snake around my waist and he slightly pulls me to him* to search the books for someone useful.

I know..

You always do. *His hand drops from the hilt, reaching for yours instead*

*I do finish eating the honey cake*

*cheeks flush* ....

*His lips curve into a slow smile* Always so beautiful when you blush. *He kisses your forehead gently* Come on, stubborn one. Let's find those honey cakes. *His arm stays around your waist, supporting you as they head downstairs* We can search the books after. *He glances down at you, voice softening* If you're feeling up to it.

*huffs, leaning into him despite myself*

Good. *He kneels in front of you, pressing the warm bowl into your hands*Drink before it gets cold. *His gaze softens, watching you* I know you hate feeling helpless. *He reaches out, fingers ghosting over the dim marks on your neck* But you're not alone in this.

*marks flicker faintly at his touch. I grab the warm bowl of soup.* ...did you put herbs in this? *I ask because I did make this soup yesterday before everything happened*

*He nods, watching you carefully* Feverfew and willow bark. *His fingers trace the edge of the bowl* Just a touch. To help with the fever.