Redsand Canyon You float like a feather

Aquene was far better at keeping up appearances than the auxillary. She maintained the illusion that their relationship didn't go beyond packamtes or doctor and patient. Meanwhile, he was on the verge of saying fuck it, and pulling her against him regardless of the imperator's watchful gaze. But that would be impulsive, something he was trying not to be anymore. He would control himself because he didn't want to ruin what he had with Aquene. 

She explained he would need to keep the wound clean; he thought that was easy enough until she mentioned he would need help. The only one that would be with him was Glaukos, which made things more difficult. Maybe he would just do the best he could on his own. 

His healer told him what to do if the wound became infected. She mentioned something called yarrow and what it looked like. He would need to grind it into dust. He thought it seemed manageable. Kallik nodded after each thing the said, his gaze searching for hers so that they could have a private conversation with their eyes—he would miss her and he would be careful. The auxillary would return. 

Thank you, Aquene, he said quietly. He wished for even a few moments alone with her, especially now that he knew she was almost done.