Ignea: Doing each other's hair or post-battle care/healing~
Ignis chuckled at her callus choice of words and the affectionate way she said them. She finished rubbing the healing salve on his back and picked up a towel to wipe her hands off with.
“Did I ever tell you how much I like a man with scars?” Aranea drawled, carefully dressing the injury.
“Well, I’m glad there’s some benefit to getting wounded, then,” he grinned, lifting his arms a bit to make it easier for her to wind the bandage around his chest. “I wish the nurse had a bit softer of a touch, though.”
“The nurse would have been happy to use a softer touch,” she lightly slapped his shoulder, close enough to the injury to make it sting and he hissed softly in pain and looked over his shoulder at her curiously. “…If her patient hadn’t gotten hurt doing something stupid.” She leaned in while he still faced her, stealing a quick kiss and smirking at him. “So that’s all the softness he gets, for now.”