Sunbeam Lair black magic

Saghani administered all she chewed to his wounds, and only once she was satisfied did she remove herself and look to him. Her sharp, knifelike features were impossibly soft as she looked to him, her rigid lines rounded in a picture of perfect affability toward him. She wondered if anything needed to be said at all; often it didn't, and she felt that he knew. Saghani pressed onto her belly now and used her forelimbs to drag herself toward him, subservient and apologetic for everything. It might as well have been her fangs that did this thing to him. When they went for redemption, she would still feel the weight of what she had done to Tryphon up until the point that her fangs exacted their revenge. The man she had made the unfortunate mistake with behaved by laws that suited him, and him alone. He could lay with any woman he pleased, but did not permit a wolf on his lands. The thought would have amused her to no end had the one she came to love in so short a time not been at the receiving end of the bastards wrath. 

Instead, it only provoked her further. 

A small whimper came from her throat, and she blinked up at him, eyes wide and sad for what she felt she had done. Yes, she could heal him, yes, there would be hardly a sign at all that anything had even happened to him... but that was not the point. She felt weak for this, weak and pathetic, but she needed him as she had needed nothing else in her life! A whistling note came from her nostrils as her eyes averted.