172 selkie dreams

"Syryn, my blood can help you recover fast."

The mage hadn't expected Riha to visit, let alone offer him blood. The selkie had slipped in immediately after Salem's departure from the room.

"Thanks for the offer," Syryn replied, feeling out of sorts. He wasn't very familiar with the selkie despite living in the same house. "But I'm good."

Riha had filled out very nicely after the long peaceful stay in Syryn's home. There was a bluish tinge to his skin that set him apart from humans. Ocean green eyes that were marked by the vicissitudes of time saw through the flimsy cover of words that hid Syryn's longing for his blood.

"I am offering it to you, Syryn. Why do you refuse?"