Completion of the Whisper

Chapter Eighteen.

A small content warning for a part of the later half of the chapter. I put a ** there

Nyshard was serious about it.

He dried himself as good as possible, dressed, then he wrapped me into the blanket, grabbed all the stuff he'd brought here earlier and then, he flew us back to the castle.

Once we were back in my room – or our room – he put the basket away.

"I think I should maybe wash the salt off", I said and he raised his eyebrow "I forgot about that. Does it hurt? Burn?"
"Just a bit", I admitted and he stilled "I... should have thought about it. I'm sorry."

Shrugging my shoulders, I went to the adjoining bathroom "I only noticed it once we were out of the water. I just... didn't mind. Earlier."

I closed the bathroom door behind of me before I could even begin to blush. I quickly stripped out of my clothes, washed myself and my still dripping hair with cold, clean water. The wound of the bite was closed, but the skin around it was still surrounded with the purple lines and I was still all a bit tender and almost reddish. As if it had gotten infected. Which... couldn't not be, not with Nyshard's care. Then, I tried to put my hair in a messy bun to let it dry like that overnight and dressed in a nightgown that one of the servants must have put there earlier. I put on a robe and got back into my room, unsurprised, that Nyshard was already there, waiting for me. He, too, looked as if he had washed the salt of the ocean off his skin and hair, and he was only waring his undergarments.

When I entered, he was just about taking some fresh bandages and the balm out of his bag, then he sat onto the bed, obviously waiting for me. There was only a small lantern that lit the room, and I got out of my robe and onto the bed. Nyshard's eyes flickered towards my messy bun and a smirk played around his lips, as he said, amused "It will never dry like that."
"Probably not, but I don't want my hair to wet everything else", I leaned against the headrest, like all the evenings before, and after a look into my face, Nyshard pushed my nightgown higher, until the bite mark got into sight.
"It looks a bit reddish", he observed with a frown and I grimaced "I thought so, too. But... I can walk perfectly fine, and it does not hurt more than it did the last days."

"Hm", his finger traced one of those purple lines and he watched my face, searched for any sign of pain when he put a bit of pressure onto it.

I wasn't able to hide it completely, but when he increased the pressure a bit, I grimaced a bit.

"I think Srandi should take a look at it when we're back in High Ilryn. I trust her opinion on it...", he lessened the pressure, and gently, almost too soft to count it as touch, his fingers brushed of over the skin of my inner thigh.

I closed my eyes, as I felt what I had felt earlier. A sudden warmth, that begun right where he touched me and seemed to spread, until it reached my middle. Then, I felt something different.

Kisses.

Featherlight, soft.

I bit my lower lip, somehow afraid that if I opened my eyes, he might stop.

The kisses trailed further, hight, and then, I heard his voice, but not aloud, no, in my head 'Tell me to stop, if you want me to stop.'

I didn't answer, but then, he stopped 'Tell me you heard me, myn pri.'
'I heard you.'

He hummed against my skin, and it tingled. My hands gripped the bedsheet, and I felt how he pushed the seam of my night gown hight, almost until he would reach my undergarments, but then, he stilled, and after a moment, I opened up my eyes and saw him watching me.