"Mon Chaton, mon cher, look at me." He waits until she raises her eyes. "You are beautiful. There is no other who shines in my heart. Je'taime, mon amor."
He raises her broken hand to his lips, kissing gently. "If I could, I would take away every hurt he has given you. He will NEVER touch you again." He strokes a thumb over her hand. "The only way to make this heal properly..." he sighs "They will have to be broken, unless Mortuis knows of another way."
Stoney rises and turns off the water. "Mon Chaton, let's relax by the fire. The Sylph brought towels and a robe to wrap up in.." He helps Alise stand up slowly. She stumbles against him, then bends to pick up a small amber stone. She clutches it in her palm as he towels her dry, then helps her into the robe. Alise looks lost in the fluffy terry, the white making her bruises look even worse.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he scoops her up. Someone has set pillows on the floor before the fire. Stoney helps her settle. He curls around her, kissing her shoulder. He strokes through her hair, separating the tangles. he knows it should be combed, but he doesn't want to leave her.
He begins to sing softly, stroking along her wet curls.
I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you
I know you know we're had some good times
How they have their own hiding place
I can promise you tomorrow
But I can't buy back yesterday
The words break here and there. He leans over her shoulder to kiss her cheek and something taps her cheek. As he buries his face in her hair, still singing, there is a plink against her hand. He finishes the verses and murmurs softly, words thick, "Je'taime, Alise."
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