His hand turns under her and cups her cheek. Rising to his knees, Stoney slid his hand from under her and stretched. In moments the winged canine was gone. Stoney shifted slightly, hiding himself from Rowan's eyes. His hair slides forward hiding his face.
Stoney picks up the towel that had fallen off the morning before and adjusted it around his waist. Once in place, he settled back on the floor. Stroking his thumb lightly over Alise' good hand, he raised it to his lips and kissed it lightly.
"Comment allez-vous se sentant, ange doux?"
He turns to Rowan, shaking his hair over his eyes.
"Good Evening, Witch." His eyes roamed over her, then returned to Alise. "She is feeling better, aren't you mi amour? Is it true? What she asked you earlier?"
*How are you feeling, Sweet Angel?
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