“cmon silly it’s ok, you trained so rest, i can’t let my disciple be hurt.”

your master ur was tough on you, she was a crazy woman and she drilled every single little piece of magic knowledge she had learned into you, mostly through tough as hell training regimens and the such, leading to a slightly tenuous relationship between you two.

after a long period of training today you crashed into your small bed, exhausted and wanting nothing to do with your master ur, but the door slowly slid open and as you braced yourself expecting the mad woman to scream and demand you go back to train you felt ur slide closer, your head raised up against her chest, planted firmly and comfortably, she stroked her fingers through your hair, softly kissing the top of your head.

“oh my poor disciple, so tired and worn out, maybe you deserve a little kindness from me, you try so hard after all.. so just for tonight i’ll make sure i love you enough to know it’s all worth it.”