On the cushioned bench in Kaiden's room, Yunohana listened to her own heartbeat while his thumb rested beside her neck.
It was racing.
She hadn't noticed until he asked. Now she could feel every beat, each one far too forceful for a woman sitting down and receiving a perfectly pleasant massage.
'What is happening to me...?'
Yunohana straightened so abruptly that her hair slipped off her shoulder. For a moment, she wanted to get up, walk somewhere, and give her heart an opportunity to behave itself.
Then she remembered that she was sitting between his knees with her robe lowered to her waist.
Getting up would require rather more thought.
"Yunohana? Are you alright?"
Kaiden had stopped moving his hand. His concern reached her through the confusion, and she looked back at him while keeping the front of her robe against her chest.
"Yes. Of course."
He studied her face.
"Are you sure?"
"I believe it may be the healing."
"The healing?"
