[Dragon Age] Letters To Henry

8 - Time To Heal

Lady Pentaghast moves to lean over the edge of the tub, slowly dropping her hand into the water testing the temperature. She trails her fingers through the water enjoying the feeling of the warm water against her hand, swirling her fingers making small ripples on the surface. The Seeker reaches for another pale of boiling water that has been left for her, she lifts it carefully as to not spill it on the floor and pours it in to join the rest of the almost full bath. When she is happy with the temperature and thinks it will be just right she stands up again, slowly moving back towards her bed.

Cassandra lets her eyes wander around the room seeing that the early morning light is trying to invade their sanctuary by streaming through the large velvet curtains that are drawn haphazardly across the window. She glances back at the inviting bath that steams into the cool room, the mixture of healing herbs and salts fragrance the air. All she had to do was wrangle him out of his clothes so she could inspect his injuries and get him into the clean water. The Seeker and Inquisitor often enjoyed a soothing bath after a long day and she had no doubt one would make him feel much better after his ordeal. Her eyes finally settle on the Inquisitor, Lord Trevelyan, who is still curled up on their bed. The Seeker steps quietly across the floor again to his side, she perches on the edge of the bed trying to see if he is still sleeping.

"I'm hurt.." The Inquisitor sighs as the Seeker watches his shoulders sink, she had felt him fall into a deep sleep beside her that night but she knew his pain would be present the minute he had slept enough and began to come around. Cassandra bites her bottom lip wishing there was something else she could do for him, it would take more than potions and salves to heal him. It would take time.

"I know, my Love," Cassandra whispers reaching to place her hand on his shoulder, she pauses with a tiny gap between her hand and him wondering if she would bring him more pain if she touched him. The Seeker finally decides she needs to feel him beneath her palm as much as he is, comforted by her. "This might hurt Inquisitor." Lady Pentaghast watches him nod in understanding. "Can you sit up for me?" She asks stroking her hand gently against his shoulder.

"I'll try." The Inquisitor groans when he rolls over onto his back, his face matching the white of their sheets when pain shoots through him. The Seeker places her arm around his shoulders helping him bend in two and sit up.

"There.." Cassandra gives him a reassuring smile as she bends down in front of him, she takes hold of his hands helping him swing his legs over the edge of the bed so he is sat up. "Look how well you are doing." The Seeker gives him another smile making the corner of his mouth tug up. Cassandra looks into his face, her eyes dropping to the split in his lip that would surely add another scar to his handsome face. The Seeker already knew her lover was covered in scars but it was hard for her to see him like this.

"I don't want you to see what they did to me." The Inquisitor mumbles dropping his eyes from her. "If the rest of me looks as bad as my face feels, I don't want you to see me like this." Lord Trevelyan adds pressing the tip of his tongue into the cut on his lip. Cassandra watches as he lifts his hands to his face feeling the cuts, bruises and swollen lumps beneath his fingers. "Does it look bad?" He asks her again catching her eyes. He looked like he had gone sixteen rounds with a high dragon.

"It will heal." The Seeker replies, placing her hands over his on his cheeks. "In a few weeks the cuts will be gone, the bruises will fade and you will be back to normal." She adds rubbing her fingers against the back of his hands. "I still think you are the most wonderful thing I've ever seen." The Seeker smiles again making him blush beneath the deep purple bruising. "You don't have to hide anything from me, Inquisitor. I can handle seeing what they've done if I can help take away the pain." Cassandra adds trying to give him a positive nod, she didn't want to see what hid under his clothes but the large amount of blood told her it had been bad.