I was shivering when I woke up, despite Arran’s arms wrapped around me. He dropped a wing over me, and I huddled against his warm chest.
“You’re still bleeding.” Arran said with distress, and I looked down at the spots of blood on his tunic where the punctures on my sides, back and belly had bled through.
“I changed shape too many times while injured. There’s..damage.” I shrugged a shoulder, shivering again and tunneling into his arms for warmth. I was too grateful to have that extra warmth to complain about him holding me.
“Is there something I can do?” Arran sounded almost frantic. His hand came down to rest gently on my side, but I still flinched slightly and he recoiled.
“Not unless you plan to go back to yesterday’s camp to get some supplies we left behind. There should be some so
