Silvertip Mountain One day it will be all better.

Zaria rested her head against Fitz, knowing that she kinda woke him up. She pushed her nose closer to his and gave him a lick over his cheek. She wasn't sure what she was feeling. She didn't want to complain too much about her life. She was rather happy with her life right now. "It hurts. Really now it is drying, and closing. Movement opens it and hurts," she admitted and glanced at him for a moment. She kept her head resting against him.

"I don't like that Mason is mad," she then admitted. "My wound will heal but I am worried his wound will not," she whispered. She looked at Fitz for her reaction. Zaria was starting to get worried. She wasn't sure if he talked to his father already. "I didn't know about it. Didn't hurt him on purpose." It seemed Mason had the same habit as his father to choose the wrong female.