The broken hearted one (part one)
"That still doesn't change the fact you are leaving without me, though," Ithuriel sighs with a dramatic roll of his eyes, getting himself up off the armchair and dusting the remaining crumbs of bread off himself, sweeping them away with a long flick of his hands. He places his mug carefully on the coffee table.
"You have gone alone to the Great forest twice now, and twice you have somehow gotten yourself in a tangled mess with Soren," he jokes now, dipping his head to indicate a particular exposed bite mark on my neck that my healing powers have yet to cover up. I blush a little, and Ithuriel shoots me another knowing look.