Luke rested at the Firstlight Inn, bedded in the room I normally slept in. he lay sprawled across the heavy woolen covers, still dressed in his armor and covered in blood and grime. Pale, pink flesh peeked out from the gaps and holes in his armor, free of scar or sunpurge.
I smiled fondly as I watched his sleeping face and the rise and fall of his chest. Reaching out, I brushed his cheek, whispering a simple water spell. Blood, dirt, and ash faded from his armor and skin, leaving his handsome face clean and clear.
I took his hand, gripping it loosely, running my small, delicate fingers over his large ones. They were rough and calloused, but warm.
As I caressed him, his eyes fluttered, and he groaned, shifting over the sheets.
"Sleep," I whispered, pushing a soothing flow of Life Mana through his hand and into his restless muscles. "I'll take care of everything. Just rest, alright?"
