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Despite his own rueful smile, he is relieved that Lyanna’s composure holds as he reveals the source of his injury. And he is doubly triply relieved when the cool, dark, healing mists gather from the breezes around them and rush to hover over his wounded familial jewel. Though the pain abates, he still does not feel right when the mists fade away from between his thighs. The skin over his stifle feels shiny, new, and tight. But the weight between his legs is not as even as it was before—
But he realizes that the Moon Doctor is talking to him, so he shifts his attention away from his manly bits and changes his weight to evenly distribute between his haunches. “Much better. Thank you, Lyanna,” his deep voice rumbled in genuine thanks, navy eyes meeting her amused teal gaze. Though he wasn’t certain that he was entirely and fully healed, he was not about to ask the Doctor to check for him. Instead, he chances a grin—though it doesn’t reach his eyes and it promptly fades at her question, despite her laugh.
Though there is apart of him that wants to meet her laughing question with a grin, the fight is too raw and recent to allow the King to indulge his amiable nature. So, in lieu of the awkward silence that stretches after her playful tease, he simply answers, “The Icebound.” He does not say her name—it seems too personal, too wounded, for him to be able to use her name. And he does not offer anything further on the matter.
Instead, his dark eyes stare at the gleaming, glittering glass of the greenhouse. “Do you enjoy being Moon Doctor here, Lyanna?” The question was generic, meant to change the topic. But, he found himself interested in her answer—what made her inclined towards the healing arts? He knew so little about the dark, teal-accented mare.
But he realizes that the Moon Doctor is talking to him, so he shifts his attention away from his manly bits and changes his weight to evenly distribute between his haunches. “Much better. Thank you, Lyanna,” his deep voice rumbled in genuine thanks, navy eyes meeting her amused teal gaze. Though he wasn’t certain that he was entirely and fully healed, he was not about to ask the Doctor to check for him. Instead, he chances a grin—though it doesn’t reach his eyes and it promptly fades at her question, despite her laugh.
Though there is apart of him that wants to meet her laughing question with a grin, the fight is too raw and recent to allow the King to indulge his amiable nature. So, in lieu of the awkward silence that stretches after her playful tease, he simply answers, “The Icebound.” He does not say her name—it seems too personal, too wounded, for him to be able to use her name. And he does not offer anything further on the matter.
Instead, his dark eyes stare at the gleaming, glittering glass of the greenhouse. “Do you enjoy being Moon Doctor here, Lyanna?” The question was generic, meant to change the topic. But, he found himself interested in her answer—what made her inclined towards the healing arts? He knew so little about the dark, teal-accented mare.
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The Elephant King
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