"Please stop squirming so much, angel...." Lenus commanded softly, gently squeezing your arm to keep you from moving too much.

His touch made you shiver; His gloved hands were so cold, it felt as if you were up to your knees in an ice bath.

You had been training with your sparring partner, your weapons clashing together to make a cacophony of metal hitting against metal. You were good...but your partner was better. He'd struck you by accident, leaving a nasty gash on your side.

Lenus, (Who'd insisted on being in the same room to ensure the safety of everyone), was by your side instantly, hands roaming every inch of you as he checked for any other injuries as he muttered a string of curses before carrying you to the check-up room.