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Kynareth’s ever watching gaze flicks over the soft features of her face and notices that he made the right move calling her by her name. Her reply is smooth like butter and Donovan finds himself chuckling despite the pain it causes. 

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He comments standing with a grunt. He looks to her. “Although I love playing around, I’m feeling a bit weak at the moment.” His wounds and the blood loss are making his head lighter and lighter. “I need to lay down, dear. Or I’ll pass out and you’ll have to drag me in there.” He jests throwing his muzzle towards his den just beside them.