Marcel:
She didn’t want to walk, she wanted to fight. And if she could, I knew that she would have done so without hesitating.
I could see it in the way her shoulders stayed tight, in the way her jaw clenched every time I guided her forward, but she was weaker than she wanted to admit.
Healing closed wounds, it didn’t restore strength.
“I can walk,” she snapped as we crossed the corridor toward my quarters. “I don’t need your help, and I don’t need your arms to contaminate my body with touch.”
“You’re barely upright,” I replied evenly. “And I literally carried you here.”
“A matter which I plan on boiling myself in water to make sure that I am fully clean of your scent.” She said, and I rolled my eyes.
“There is hot water in the bathroom, you can try your best if it is going to ease
