#post battle of marandal

[corvo-bianco-lilacs]

Calanthe couldn't help but gaze at Eist as he lay sleeping beside her. The wound on his face had healed, and she thought that the scar made him look even more handsome than he had before. It gave him character and definition, making him look like a true Skelliger.

She gently traces her fingers over it before lowering her head to his chest, tracing lazy shapes over his skin as she listened to the drum of his heartbeat.

She had almost lost this, had it not been for the mage who had saved him. She had only recently learned the woman's name, Tissaia, and she thanked the gods that she had come when she did. Had she been even another minute late, Eist would have been lost, and Calanthe couldn't bare the thought of being without him.

Not when moments like these were still to be had.

She felt his arm snake around her waist, pulling her closer to his side as a long breath pushed through his nose. She smiled, wrapping their legs together beneath the quilts, and allowed sleep to slowly wrap around her like a blanket.

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