Blackfoot Forest Foolish Protector act 2

Seems like a natural place to fade ♡

The poultice would need to steep for longer before it was removed and replaced — and as much as she wanted to keep him awake, she knew her wounded love needed to rest and restore his exhausted soul. This would be a long battle for him, and likely one that would not be pretty. It was no matter to her — she and Dakarai had already seen the worst parts of each other, and not only did they love in spite of it, they loved each other more for it. 

With any hope, with her story, he would find repose and find relief from such pain in his unconsciousness. If he needed, there were plants around them which could be used to induce relaxation and sleep; but after so much trauma, she doubted he would need much help. “Yes, of course,” she affirmed in a voice that was hardly above a whisper. “Shhh my love, now you rest… I will be here” with a motherly, nurturing smile, Olive supplanted a sweet kiss upon his blood-stained nose. She would have to bathe him, later.  She began. 

“Pisces is the story of two fish…”