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Nearly a week passed before they discharged me from the medical wing. But I had needed the rest. It had taken hours days after I'd woken up to move my head. A day to sit up. Two more days to stand and walk. But finally, five days after the incident, the healer assigned to me assured everyone that I would be okay to leave. Due to their advanced medicinal practice, my injuries healed much faster than they would have had I been back on earth. I felt almost as good as new.
But my arms and back looked far from that. I'd been forced to see them the day after I'd woken up. And it had taken everything in me not to start crying right there. They would be that way forever. Long, thin, pink scars crawling up my arms and meeting at my back, where splinters of wood had lacerated my skin after the roof had collapsed.
But I'd grown used to them, having had hours with nothing to do but stare at them.
Now, I was just happy to be leaving.
Loki—who I'd later discovered had been visiting each night while I slept so as not to anger me—accompanied me to my rooms the day I was discharged. I clutched his arm the entire way there. Not because I needed to. I was feeling fine, physically. I just liked to be near him. Despite all the anger he'd caused.
We finally made it to my room, and I relaxed at the familiar sight of it. Loki closed the door behind me, waving an arm at the folding screen.
"You can get dressed and washed up, a bath should be drawn back there for you."
"Thanks," I smiled at him, squeezing his shoulder before I padded across the floor of my room.
I stepped behind the folding screen and peeled off my nightgown, discarding it in the corner. In my peripheral, I noticed the basin of water. Sighing gratefully, I lowered myself inside, letting the hot water envelop me. The servants had used lavender and citrus bath oils and the smell of it was sweet and warm.
"You're sure you're feeling quite alright?" Loki asked me absentmindedly as he waited.
"Well enough," I responded, "I don't think I'm gonna set this room on fire and cook us alive, if that's what you're worried about."
He chuckled. "I'm worried about you not me, if you can believe it."
"I don't think I can," I joked, "It's not in your nature."
"I can be caring and sincere," he said, feigning offence, "Why, just the other day I said nothing about my brother's ridiculously ostentatious new cape."
"How caring and sincere of you."
A few silent moments passed, and I decided to rise out of the tub. I could've stayed forever, but I didn't want to keep Loki waiting. I slipped on some laced undergarments and stockings, reaching for a blue dress hanging over the screen.
It was then that I realized how quiet it had been for so long. Cautiously, I peaked around the edge of the folding screen to see what mischief Loki was causing.
My heart leapt into my throat when I registered the sketchbook, open in his grip. There were quite a few drawings in there. Many of him. The embarrassment hit me like a tidal wave, and my cheeks were crimson before I could even open my mouth.
"Loki, put that down," I said, rushing out from behind the screen, completely disregarding my state of undress.
He smirked at me, holding the sketchbook high out of reach. I could see that it was open to a sketch I'd done of him.
I lunged for it, but it disappeared in a flash of green. I'd never get used to him having magic powers. But then again I guess I had them too.
"Loki give it back," I demanded.
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