Bath

"You mean you didn't will your strength to save me or something? I saw you," August's voice caught in her throat as she breathed against him, "You had this visible aura around you," she squinted and looked down, remembering.

"It came to me. I felt your strength in my arms, in my hands…" she turned her palms upward with fingers outstretched, looking them over. "All over. It saved me," it made her shiver remembering the prickly feeling that unfurled in her muscles, which was followed by the rage.

Realization seemed to arrive in Graeme's eyes, but he said nothing.

"Is that part of the mate thing?" August asked, searching him.

Graeme shook his head, thinking. "I haven't heard of it. Was that the only time?"

August shook her head. "In the pool when I woke up. Shimmering…" she trailed off. "You were shimmering. All over. I felt it." Her face turned pink again, and she looked down. "It seems you saved me again." 'Three times,' she thought to herself.