[ A protest is already on her lips, ready to tell him that blowing on her fingers won't help a burn. She'd normally be keen to joke and play along, but the gentle cool air on her skin sends her already reeling mind into a flustered state before she feels the familiar comfort of his healing magic. It feels like cool aloe on her skin, the very kind that she'd foisted upon him during the hottest parts of the summer in an attempt to help with the sunburns he was so susceptible to.
Already she can see the angry red fading to pink, like her finger has been left blushing in the wake of his kiss. ]
Yup! I mean yes, definitely better. Thank you.
[ Goddess she isn't some sort of simpering maiden - well, she can be but it's so rarely on purpose. Clearing her throat she retrieves her hand, ignoring the reluctance that springs up.
Her finger might be better but that still leaves the unlit coals. Sheepishly she holds out the match box to him. ]
Do you think you can help me? It's the only thing I'll ask you to do. I promise.
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Already she can see the angry red fading to pink, like her finger has been left blushing in the wake of his kiss. ]
Yup! I mean yes, definitely better. Thank you.
[ Goddess she isn't some sort of simpering maiden - well, she can be but it's so rarely on purpose. Clearing her throat she retrieves her hand, ignoring the reluctance that springs up.
Her finger might be better but that still leaves the unlit coals. Sheepishly she holds out the match box to him. ]
Do you think you can help me? It's the only thing I'll ask you to do. I promise.