He quickly catches her body before it hits the floor, knowing his appearance from behind would elicit this reaction from her.
Her hand let go of the dead bouquet again as he hoists her body comfortably in his arms, leaving the flowers behind.
"Let's bring you home," he whispers as he carefully steps through the large mirror, blowing out the candle as he walks through.
He carries Jeoju through a long tunnel, dark and lit by candles along the way. He notes the detail of the young woman in his arms, her tired eyes, her wrist and hands red from fighting with Chris, her shoulders noticeably red from the mirror. He brings her body closer to his for the scent of her iron.
It was enough to trigger his power, his hands getting warmer by the second. The others mustn't know about this.
Reaching his bedroom, he gently lays her body to the side, careful as to not lay Jeoju on the shards of glass that lay beneath her sensitive flesh.
The supposed guardian angel goes to grab a new nightgown and a wet cloth. He's careful as to not wake her from her deep sleep as he brings her close to him.
He comfortably lays her top half against him, as if hugging him, except Jeoju's arms lay at her sides.
The young man starts to unlace the nightgown from the back carefully so as not to harshly tug on the shards as well as make sure nothing was revealed from the front.
Pulling the shards from her back and wiping up the blood, he didn't realize how much glass had traveled to her shoulders and needed to gently pull more of the fabric down her arm.
The more he pulled to reveal the injuries, the more dried blood was shown down the chest.
He sighs as he realizes he might have to do more than he signed up for, which was to wipe the entirety of her chest.
He wasn't scared of the task but was nervous if she were to wake in the middle of cleaning her up, thinking the worst-case scenario.
He had to go through with it in order to keep the others under control from draining her life source. If they see any trace of blood, she'd be an open buffet.
To make sure she was as free of visible blood as possible, the blue-eyed figure strips her of her nightgown, tends her wounds, and clothed her with a more lingerie version of the previous night gown she originally wore.
This'll be much more comfortable anyway.
Getting rid of any trace proof, he burns the bloodied fabric and damp cloth in his hands, watching as they turned into ash within mere seconds, smiling at the end, proud of his accomplishments within the past hour.
He brings the blankets up to her chest, carefully laying her arms out across on top and gently propping her head comfortably against his pillows.
He admires Jeoju once more before leaving her to rest for the evening, placing a hand on the curve of her neck and leaning in to place a kiss on her temple.
"May you rest comfortably, my queen."
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