Lion Head Mesa [wp] ferrous

"i imagine you've been through quite a trauma."

a lover.

can i tell you how i lost mine?

the taste of nala's mouth, the excited joy in her voice when she told tavina of her work.

the feel of her body in a bed long felt empty; the sesh slept on the floor with more frequency.

"i'd like to start you on a regimen of nightly medicine, for two weeks, zaahira," tavina said, evincing nothing of the sword twisting bloodily in her gut. "the mind fares better when it can rest, without dreams of any kind. and you're able to heal more quickly, also."