Sleeping Dragon Shackles around my wrists

Her motions slowed as he twitched, hesitating in case he wished for her to stop. He did not, relaxing into her touch and so she continued. Lorne was shorter than the wiry male, leaving her head below his so he did not have to crane his neck to be closer to her. The russet colored woman cleaned his wounds, a variety of small scrapes and such. 

When they were clean, she moved back though she stayed close. The usually silent woman understood that he had not felt tranquility in quite awhile and so wished not to disturb him. "I try." Kind wasn't a word used for Lorne. Cold, distant, unfeeling perhaps. She didn't make a habit of getting close to people though she found it hard not to with Storm.

I can't tell if they're crushing on each other or not :P