Overture Downs winds of east

morwenna let a soft smile curve her lips as her nose brushed just above the wound. the tension in his body didn’t escape her notice, but she didn’t pull away, pressing gently to calm the sharp edges of his instinct.

good, she murmured, the word carried on a warm breath that mingled with the scent of the herbs she had placed. the moss settled neatly over the injury, her careful work designed to shield it from infection. her movements were deliberate, steady, as if to assure him he could trust her hands.

she lingered a moment, then added quietly, her voice carrying a light, almost teasing lilt, i was hoping you’d say that.

her blue eyes lifted, catching his briefly, before she pulled back just enough to let the weight of her words settle between them. there was a warmth in her expression now, a flicker of something unspoken yet understood, like a thread tying her to the man who bore the burden of his herd.