Kiss of Fire

The Healing Begins

Enya's POV
"I do not blame you for the intrusion Crow only those that caused you the blindness and swelling of your face." She explains kneeling down in front of him, her eyes glowing a bright orange with anger. She knew he couldn't see them not that she cared if he did. She was angered by the fact that the pack she had respected was nothing more than a pack of cruelty. Blending together the herbs she had gathered for his face. "Enya," she offered him her name. "I may be rough around the edges but years of being alone will do that to you. Pardon me for my attitude. I'm going to get you cleaned up and treat your face. I want to make sure it doesn't get infected. I'm going to need you to lay down and try to relax. It's not going to feel better until I finish then I promise that the pain will mostly be gone." She reassured him laying down the bowl of herbs and picking up the bowl of clean water.

Crow's POV
Crow was glad that she wasn't angry with him. She seemed to be the first to not be for his very existence. At her request, he laid down on his back again, though did not fear the pain he knew he was about to receive from her. At least this time it was for his own good, done in kindness instead of cruelty. "It cannot be as bad as receiving the brand." He replied, but he couldn't deny that he was nervous.

When Enya first started, Crow did well to bottle up the pain. Keeping the cries in his head instead of letting them slip free of his lips. It was when she began to apply the herbs that the tears managed to squeeze out of his eyes, his body quivering in response to him holding it all in. But when she finished, just as she promised, the heat in his face began to cool and fade away the pain. Unclenching his tight jaw, Crow let out a long heavy sigh. It had been worth the pain to finally find relief.

"Thank you, Enya." Crow said, his voice a bit wobbly to go along with his quivering. But his tears had stopped, and his lean muscles were beginning to relax.

Enya's POV
Enya was a bit taken back at his (Thank You) having never hearing the words before it caused mixed feelings within her. Yet she didn't show it accept the fire red glow in her eyes deemed and almost turned back to normal. "You are welcome, Crow." She said. Never having had a normal conversation before always being defensive and trying to protect herself. Allowing her guard to lessen with him. However if anyone else was around she would probably become protective. "Rest now you should be safe." She mumbled softly to him trying to put his mind at ease. She wouldn't hurt him unless he started acting like every other rogue that she came across. Standing up the bright orange glow returned to her eyes. Something inside her stirred something she had never felt before. She didn't voice her feelings though and only moved out of the territory once she heard him drift off to sleep. Once he did she moved out of the territory and into the pack lands quickly silencing the patrol she had smelled on duty. Moving towards the pack house this late at night now. She made sure that everyone was asleep. Hearing no one awake she set the house ablaze it was a raging inferno within a minute. She had laid claim to the packs territory. Expanding her own territory now. The only building left standing was the workout room. Making sure that the fire didn't spread past the house she made her way back towards Crow. The orange in her eyes died away and turned back into a beautiful emerald green. Sitting down by the fire she added wood to the pit and relit the dying embers. Seeing how little clothes he had on she picked up her rolled doe deer skin and laid it down on him gently.

Crow's POV

Though she assured him that he was safe, Crow wasn't quite sure. He was not that far from the pack borders, and although she had helped to rid his pain, Enya was still a stranger. But exhaustion still clung to him like a disease he could not be rid of, and although he fought it, Crow still lost in the end. The darkness that had already filled his vision also numbed his other senses, dragging him into the void that was sleep.

Had Crow known what she had done, he might have asked her not too. Though he had suffered their cruelty, they were not cruel among their pack. Rogues were a evil plague upon the earth, needing to be rid of. And should he have been one, he would have deserved the punishment he had gotten. But they had thought his words had only been just that, words. Something to try and keep him from dying.

When Enya returned, Crow was still asleep. His body lightly shivered from the trauma it had endured and barely having anything to cover it. But when she laid the skin across his, it caused the male to flinch, instantly coming awake from the touch. At first, he felt panic. Not being able to see wasn't something he was used too. But memory was quick to calm him somewhat as he dragged in the scent of Enya. Again, something nagged at the back of his mind, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"You do not have to be this kind to me." He murmured, though he did not pull away the deer skin. Thankful for the warmth it was already providing his malnourished body. "But I appreciate it regardless."