For the sake of all Gods, Goddesses and Saints, why couldn’t you just leave things alone?

You were supposed to show her Xadia, supposed to show her the woods. But you had found some of Lord Verin’s men fighting to subdue a dragon. In a fury or rage that they were hurting her- you drew your blades and threw yourself into the fight.

Your blades were beautiful- some of the finest craftsmanship she had ever seen. They were two curved cutlasses made of a silvery metal, with wooden handles wrapped in leather. You fought with a ferocity she wished she could train into her men, taking down the soldiers with ease.

Amaya stood a little ways away from the battle, her own stubborn loyalty to the crown keeping her from the fight, although she was trying to fight herself and help.

Once all the soldiers had perished or run away screaming for their Mommas, you kneeled in from if the dragon. In crooning Xadian, you muttered praises and praise and assurances, all in a voice she would never have the pleasure of hearing.

She walked up behind you, and placed a hand in your shoulder. When you turned ti face her, she began to sign. “I know you’re a mage, but can you heal her?” Her fingers curled into the forms for words, her head tilted like a puppy.

You rose, your head tilting fondly. You held her face in your hand, then flicked her armoured chest. You kissed her as you signed her namesign, the one you had given her. It was the sign for Soldier, followed closely by the sign for Human. Even now, after learning her name and sharing her bed, you still called her Soldierhuman.

You pressed a kiss to her lips, hands on her face pinching her cheeks gently. You flitted away from her, quickly kneeling by the wound in the dragon’s side. You slid your pack off your shoulder and opened it, rooting around in it before coming up with an ointment you had mixed prior to the trip, honey, and some bandages.

You knelt and began to apply honey to the wound, and then the ointment. She recognized the ointment- it was the same one you had applied to her wounds when she had first come to Xadia, as a prisoner of Queen Janai- Queen of the Sunfire Elves.

You were her personal healer- you were that good. She had been smitten with you instantly, and even tried to flirt with you while you were patching her up. You had refused her, of course, but had enjoyed her attempts nonetheless.

She watched as you began to wrap the wounds with your bandages. They were made from the scraps of her old undershirt, ones that no longer fit. She huffed a small laugh and smiled, her hands forming your namesign even though your back was to her.

Your namesign was the sign for Sun, and then the sign for Lady. Neither of you had been very creative when it came to giving each other their Namesigns.