Loss of Ignorance (Yandere male x female reader)

Ch. Twelve: Days' Passing

It was the night before the seventh day at the forge. May hadn't returned back yet, but Keiran assured (F/n) that she would return; she was fully capable of keeping herself safe. (F/n) hoped that he was right, but he knew May better than she. As they waited for news from her, though, Keiran began his work on her new limbs. He was starting with an arm first. It'd be quicker than a leg, and she could begin to do some tasks again without assistance.

Most of the days were spent in the forge. She'd be seated on one of the wooden chairs within it and watch him work. Back in Credel, she never had the chance to watch his craft, and she had to admit that she admired his talent. His ability to shape metal was impressive, and it was interesting to watch the process before he enchanted the metal with his magic, before it became the living metal he was known for. Barrett had trained him well.

While Keiran worked and she watched, it was mostly quiet between the two of them. She didn't want to interrupt and cause him to make a mistake. The downside to this, though, was that her mind would wander. She'd try not to let negative thoughts gain a hold of her; she tried not to think of how impossible the task ahead of them seemed. But, she had trouble not finding herself a burden when she'd need to stop Keiran to have a drink of water or relieve herself. Never, though, did he show any frustration with her. Rather, he stopped as soon as he could and would assist her. He was so patient with her, and it made her heart skip a beat every now and then.

His kindness also helped to heal her wounded heart. It did help fight back the negative thoughts that tried to tell her that she was worthless and should've been left to die. She reminded herself that she would have new limbs and that she could help him fight the battles that lay ahead of them. Even in the interim, she told herself that she could use her knowledge to help their cause. And with May's assistance, that would help her make all the more thought out decisions.

When they weren't in the forge, they were either tending to Finn, Keiran was making dinner or Keiran would help her wash. The moments with Finn were relaxing and fun. He loved his brushing and feeding moments, which consisted of the grasses that grew around the home, as (F/n) imagined most domesticated animals did. Keiran also gathered extra grasses and stored them in the stable for when it began to snow. In Credel, though, she only interacted with the royal horses. She didn't have a particular one; she trained with all of them in case she didn't have the luxury of picking any that suited her. So, it was nice to be able to focus on one horse and take more time to build a better bond with him.

The time with Finn also distracted her from reality for a little bit. She couldn't feed or brush him herself, but Keiran seated her nearby so that she could enjoy the moments where Finn would interact with him. Sometimes, Finn would move his head closer to her and rub gently against her shoulder. It warmed (F/n)'s heart, but she was thankful that her wounds had healed more. They weren't bleeding anymore, and FInn was gentle enough not to damage the healing scar tissue.

As for food for themselves, there were stores of pine nuts. There were also dried strawberries and blueberries as well as flour. Keiran went out hunting too, and he'd make sure not to leave (F/n) alone for too long, and he'd often place her on their shared bed so that she was more comfortable while she waited.

When it came to washing, Keiran knew where a nearby stream was and would take a bucket with him. He'd warm the water in the fireplace and use a clean rag to wash off her face, back and what was left of her arms and legs. As for the rest of her, he'd dump water over those areas once it was cool enough. Soap would be used too. As always, he'd do his best not to look at anything. When May returned, she'd ask and see if she could help her. If she didn't want to, though, she'd understand as they still only knew each other so much, less than a day for that matter.

As for right now, they were sitting by the fire and eating a meal of dried berries and cooked rabbit. The fire crackled in the background, and (F/n) accepted the next bite of her food. Her (h/c) locks rested loosely around her head, the last of the water drying from her wash. Keiran's grey shirt hung over her shoulders, and the braies were on her lower half. The clothing was cozy, and the fire kept her getting cold. She was beginning to get used to the flames. She knew that they wouldn't lash out and consume her, and her mind was slowly beginning to accept that fact.