Sunspire Mountains praying like a fool who just shot a gun

It was hard to be angry at him for following orders; she knew what it was like to be raised in a pack such as this and she knew what was expected of all of the soldiers there. Her husband was not exempt from such things, and she knew that. She had been mad at Germanicus for sending him more than she was at Kallik for leaving. He spoke and her heart warmed, thumping uncomfortably in her chest as she breathed in, inhaling his scent and embracing the fact that he was there in front of her.
 
He had been through hell; she had as well… but they had both survived it and they had come together just as they always did. They had returned to each other, facing down hell just to come back. They hadn’t let it break them either.
 
Fractured, perhaps, in their own individual ways, but she refused to believe that either one of them was broken at this moment. Broken implied it would never be the same and she couldn’t believe that. He kissed along her cheek, and she found herself more concerned with his wounds at that moment, locked onto them. “If Germanicus does not excuse you from duties for at least a week I will be having words with him and taking both of his ears.” She would not allow him to be separated from her after so long.
 
They deserved at least this.