Fox's Glade Cause we both need it to forget this fear

The fae brushed her temple against his shoulder, curling against him comfortably. Sorin did not seem to mind her proximity and the night was cold. The healer was grateful both for the raven's warmth and for the comfort he had offered. 

They had both lost much and it seemed Liri was forever cursed to lose everything she came to love. She thought the legacy built with Kavik had put an end to her grief but that had only been a cruel deception. Liri would always be haunted by their last encounter, her flesh still burned with her former mate's final embrace - but perhaps that did not mean the northron couldn't find new happiness. A ray of hope shined through; for the events had brought Sorin into her life. 

A jolt of surprise runs through the healer at the shadow's words, touched that he would stand up for her. "Thank you, " she murmurs though the words feel inadequate. 

"I'm glad, " she admits honestly at his answer. A smile plays at the edges of her lips. The sylph has enjoyed his company; she would be sorry to see him go. 

"I think we could heal each other, " comes her following words, soft as a first kiss. She glances up at him, shining a warm smile.