Wonderful Moment
Kinshra held his wrists and tried to pry them away, but she couldn't. He was too strong for her. So she caressed his forearms gently. "There is no use crying over it, Biham," she said softly.
A sob wracked through his body as a violent shudder passed. His shoulders vibrated and his chest rumbled with pent up frustration. He looked up at the ceiling and let out a roar. Kinshra was the one who protected him from her father's wrath whereas Sirrah was the one who literally threw him into staged battles with Nyxers. There was so much difference between the two women.
"Biham!" Kinshra sidled to him and wrapped her arms around his chest. Her wings flared and they cocooned him in their warm embrace. With her feathers, she started stroking his back.