A jagged laceration had resulted in this - in the fuzziness in Shadowheart’s stomach, the warmth of her body and the lightheaded feeling.

You were none the wiser, torso bare as she watches over your wound, as if it’d magically widen if she didn’t.

Now, had she caught a glance at your chest? Yes, but it was purely accidental. There were no feelings involved in her prying eyes…maybe.

Almost without thinking, her fingertips glide to a small scar on the nape of your neck.

“Where was this acquired?”