Safrona sighed as Renwyck hit the bed, rife with fever. She tested his forehead, taking a moment to smooth back his hair with a frown. Those fingers then slid down to his legs to free him of his boots, touch lighting on his calves, lingering there. “….rest, Watcher,” she murmured, quiet.
A warm smile graced the watcher’s lips at the Courier’s soothing touch. “Don’t go,” he whispered softly, a chilled hand reaching down to the elf. He muttered a few more words in his fevered delirium, mostly nonsensical as his head rolled against the pillow to cast a glance down to Safrona.
"I need you," he whispered softly, his hand still outstretched to her.
( safrona-shadowsun )
Hair: Yearning, Calves: “I will cause you pain.”