Swiftcurrent Creek Lick your wounds

Arlette blushed, accepting the sweet compliment. She did her best. Plus she didn't really want to create drama or think about starting some. Arric was so sweet, and honestly, so good for her. She felt empowered when around him. She felt that she could say anything she would think, even joke around with him. It helped with her confidence.

Arlette had to laugh as well. "I don't think that is wise," she chuckled and nipped him lovingly. "You should rest," she told him. If he could get in some sleep he might have some of his wound at least close a little. A warm laugh left her lips. "I'm glad. Same for me," she hummed. She placed her head on top of his, trying to keep her eyes open and some sense of guarding. But she was never going to stay awake being cozy like this. He was like a furnace. So nice and warm.