Duskfire Glacier handful

his ears twitched first, the faint sound of her steps pulling him from uneasy dreams. a low groan rumbled in his throat as his eyes cracked open, the effort dragging him further into awareness. asha’s scent reached him, mingled with the damp musk of moss and the iron tang of his blood.

put it around the wounds, he muttered, his voice gravelly with sleep. he shifted, sitting upright with visible effort, his muscles protesting the movement. landing upon her, the faintest flicker of surprise in their depths as he saw what she’d brought. she really did it.

you did good, he added after a pause, leaning back slightly to give her room to work. a huff escaped him as he settled again, exhaustion evident but his trust in her clear.