My Turn!
"Honey, let's hurry back!" Zephyir offered, his voice strained and his face covered in dirt and sweat. His clothes were torn, revealing the wounds that marred his body from the intense fight he had just endured.
"Okay, let's hurry and apply some medicine on you," Seraphyne responded. She reached out to touch his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin and the tension in his muscles.
Zephyir suddenly stopped walking, his hand instinctively reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Seraphyne's eyes widened with worry as she hurriedly checked on him, her fingers gently brushing over his wounds. Relief washed over her when she realized his injuries weren't infected, but she could see the exhaustion on his face.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.
"I'm a little dizzy," Zephyir admitted, his voice slightly shaky. He looked around, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any potential threats.