[ It's his word, and it's enough. Eula nods, and after a moment she leans back from the kiss, looking at him. The momentary, desperate panic gone, the tears slowing on her own face, she reaches up to remove her gloves, her skin on his as her fingers go back to his cheeks. ]
It doesn't matter what I'm doing. If you send someone for me, I'll come here. Even if it's just to make sure you don't leave this bed.
[ It's the closest she thinks she can get to telling him how important he is, how important this is. Even if he hates moving, he has to stay here, has to rest and look after himself, and if making that happen means that she leaves her duties in the hands of someone else for a day, she'll do it. ]
...And if there's anything you need done, tell me. I'll deal with that, as well.
[ It's the last thing she says before she finally kisses him again, this time softer and sweeter, without the urgency of beforeโ the need to kiss, to touch, to feel him in one piece and assure herself he's okayโ this time allowing her lips to work against his in a slow, tender ministration.
It's different today; whereas during the last few weeks their kisses have silenced her thoughts, right now they do nothing of the sort, only serving to remind her of how much danger he was in, tying her stomach in knots of emotion and anxiety. But at least for now, she tries not to let too much of that show, keeping it to herself. ]
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It doesn't matter what I'm doing. If you send someone for me, I'll come here. Even if it's just to make sure you don't leave this bed.
[ It's the closest she thinks she can get to telling him how important he is, how important this is. Even if he hates moving, he has to stay here, has to rest and look after himself, and if making that happen means that she leaves her duties in the hands of someone else for a day, she'll do it. ]
...And if there's anything you need done, tell me. I'll deal with that, as well.
[ It's the last thing she says before she finally kisses him again, this time softer and sweeter, without the urgency of beforeโ the need to kiss, to touch, to feel him in one piece and assure herself he's okayโ this time allowing her lips to work against his in a slow, tender ministration.
It's different today; whereas during the last few weeks their kisses have silenced her thoughts, right now they do nothing of the sort, only serving to remind her of how much danger he was in, tying her stomach in knots of emotion and anxiety. But at least for now, she tries not to let too much of that show, keeping it to herself. ]