[The earlier fears about his scars are gone. His hands meet hers with the same intent. He had to laugh, his thoughts running the same. The tunic was the more difficult to unlace, the fabric a bit stiff from the dried blood. He was just glad to get it off. Once that was on the floor, there was only his shirt left.
He didn't bother to look down at the ugly stab wound over his heart or the scar at his shoulder from the arrow. He was following her own scars, gliding over each mark with his thumb as he drank in the difficulties of her life.]
Supposedly we are given clothes. Maybe the ones in my room are easier.
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He didn't bother to look down at the ugly stab wound over his heart or the scar at his shoulder from the arrow. He was following her own scars, gliding over each mark with his thumb as he drank in the difficulties of her life.]
Supposedly we are given clothes. Maybe the ones in my room are easier.
Do you want me to go get them?
[Like he can get up any time soon.]