Perranth With You

11

The rest of the day was dedicated to speaking about safety measures regarding both Elide and Yrene both during and after the healing process.

Apparently Yrene was dangerously close to her due date so, in pure precaution, Chaol will be making an appearance in a few days.

Yrene insists that the healing really only happens in your mind. She briefly explained that when she was helping Chaol, she entered his mind and that was where he really improved himself and his body.

Sometimes the healing is never truly physical, but mental, Yrene had said.

"The pain... will be immense, Elide," Yrene said, in a low voice, her slim hands wrapped around a steaming mug as she tried to settle back into the armchair. "There is really nothing I can say that will prepare you for it. But just know that I am with you both in and outside your mind, you will never be alone at any point in this process." She tried to offer a supportive smile.

Lorcan placed his hand lightly on Elides thigh, where they both sat on the black leather couch. He silently hoped she wouldn't push his hand away. He craved her touch, they hadn't touched in so long.

Though, as much as he hated it he would not argue with her if she didn't want him touching her.

He knew she was nervous about all of this. She most definitely wasn't in the right state of mind to try "fix" herself. But, there never really can be a perfect time to begin a healing process, can there?

"So we will begin in the morning. Get as much sleep as possible and try not to be in your head too much, we'll be using it plentiful tomorrow."

And with that, she wobbled out of the study with a goodnight and a smile, taking the last of the light with her.

Again, silence enveloped the room.

Lorcans hand was still pressed against her thigh. He tightened his grip slightly before going to remove his hand- but was stopped when Elide held it there with her own hand.

He looked at her confusedly and expectantly as she just looked at their now interlinked fingers.

He took this moment to observe her overwhelming beauty. Even with those dark circles against her pale skin and her usually bright eyes darkened, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his long, long life.

And that voice... Gods, if he could memorize it and carry it with him in the palm of his hand, his fist would never release it from its tight grip.

He decided to take a chance and touch his wife in the simplest of ways, but careful not to take too many risks in fear of her moving away, but when he reached forward and glided his thumb over cheek her eyes fluttered shut.

Even though they lived in the same house, ate the same food, breathed the same air, they missed each other. They missed their touches and their sly digs, their dark jokes and their joyful whispers.

So when he turned her face toward his, not taking his eyes off her- in case he missed something- she opened her eyes and took him in.

He looked tired. He looked like he hadn't slept in days -which he probably hadn't; just like his wife. He looked sad, pained and... guilty.

That last one is what caused that lone tear to fall down Elides slender cheeks.

His eyebrows furrowed, his pained expression turning even more so.

He decided he didn't like the distance between them, so he wrapped his right hand around her leg and his other hand around her waist and pulled her on top of him, so she was straddling him.