Northstar Vale gone squatchin'

Thank you. He opened his mouth to urge her not to speak. You saved my life. He closed it.

It's nothing he'd ever heard before nor expected to hear in his lifetime. And he certainly didn't expect his heart to glow a tiny bit. Cupid couldn't put a name to how he felt about her gratitude. It just felt nice, and god knew he needed that after these past couple of days. He grasps onto this feeling for a few seconds, then let's it go just as fast. Never dwell on good feelings. It'll hurt you in the end.

Don't mention it, he said in that same dismissive tone he always had. When he was certain the bleeding has died down, he retreats into his den and comes out with the web-laced stick.

Keep it. He placed it next to her. In case it starts bleeding again. Call for someone and ask them to press it on the wound like I did. It wasn't as good as herbs, but it was practical, and it's the only thing he had.

Lay there as long as you need. Cupid immediately regretted saying that. So much for some alone time.