Voren turned, his gaze filled with worry when they landed on her. Her punch and kick had been strong, stronger than he expected, and he clearly did not anticipate that move from her, though it was perfectly executed.
His heart lurched in his chest, a spike of fear cutting through him so sharp it nearly stole his breath.
He rushed back to her side, about to pull her into his arms as he spoke, his voice tight with concern. "Are you alright? I should have you checked."
This time, Seraphine was upset, her eyes flashing with frustration. "I am fine, Voren. I can do this, and you know it. If I experience any discomfort, will you not feel it too?"
That part got Voren. The bond. The connection that tethered them, that let him feel her pain, her joy, her fear. He could not argue with that logic.
He tried a punch without warning, a test, but Seraphine dodged in one smooth movement, following with her own punch which he equally dodged.
