Your mate had felt through the bond that you had been injured during battle. You try your best not to show it but blood soaks through your leather, dripping in the kitchen of the House of wind. You and Mor had arrived home before anyone else but you heart wings before a stressed azriel busted through the doors

My love are you alright he normally has a stoic face plastered on him constantly. But not with me.

Love please I know you’re in pain.