Thoughts in the Dark

RETH

He was woken by pain in his side when he tried to roll over. He groaned and rolled the other way, running into a warm body that jerked awake.

"Reth? Are you okay?"

Her hair fell over her face and her mouth was open, eyes wide in the dark as she leaned over him, pushing his own hair back from his cheek and touching his chest.

"I'm fine. Hush love, I'm fine," he said, reaching with his good arm to brush the hair back off her face and over her shoulder. "It's good to see you," he rumbled.

She sighed. "You too. You scared me."

He grimaced. "Yes. I'm sorry about that. It was instinct to get to you and in my beast form I don't really think the same way—"

"No, Reth, I meant when you collapsed. Aymora said you kept shifting even when you shouldn't and it's made the injury worse. She's worried you'll get an infection."

Reth grumbled a few choice words. "I'll be healed in two days and she knows it," he muttered.