Sunbeam Lair black magic

Saghani was elated to see him. He couldn't have gotten far, but she worried, foolishly, that he might hate her. Worried as she had never worried before. Why would she need to? Saghani cared for no one, and her perspective on life was bleak and realistic. Attachment was the root of weakness, and so she remained unattached. She did—was doing—a very dimwitted thing, in keeping with him. But Saghani was adamant in not letting him go, not unless he wished to... which he very well might, after her tale to him of why she had gone missing. But what if his silence was that he did not wish to know? 

Well, he needed to. He needed to know from her. Saghani knew the nature of others, knew the nature of secrets. Saghani had never had a personal secret, because she had never done anything to merit that. She was what she was, and you could take her at face value. She was, others might say, a woman without depth. Perhaps that was true. Once. 

Saghani watched his features shift when he saw her, and Saghani herself could not help but push herself further in her headlong stride, willing herself to go faster. Her own tail waved freely behind her, her eyes bright and adoring. Saghani grunted in turn to him, and when she arrived at his side it took every ounce of willpower not to lay there with him and rub herself all over him in greeting. In unison, they must have thought, there will be time for that. All the time in the world now that she refused to run away from him. 

She spat the herbs on the floor and grabbed only one, chewing it into a paste and already nosing him to expose his injuries to her again so that she could treat them once again.