A Time for Some Happiness

Kaitlynn knelt before Azrael, her eyes focused and determined as she resumed her healing on his chest and face.

Her movements were precise, her touch both gentle and firm as she worked to alleviate his discomfort.

Azrael gazed into her eyes, noticing a quiet intensity within them. There was a sense of purpose behind her actions, a steadfast resolve to ease his suffering. 

With each pass of her hands, he could feel the sensation of her magic coursing through him, bringing relief to his aching muscles and weary body.

Her touch was like a soothing balm, offering solace amidst the pain and exhaustion he had endured.

Azrael couldn't help but be captivated by Kaitlynn's beauty. Her hair fell in soft waves around her delicate features, framing them in a way that seemed almost magical.

He noticed the gentle texture of her skin, contrasting with his own roughness.