The mission had clearly not ended well.

He could tell that much from the fact he had a throbbing pain in his head and his limbs felt like lead.

What had happened?

Oh yeah. A storm. That was it.

How was he alive?

It was at that point that he realized he was in a soft bed, animal furs over him. Leo forced his eyes open, glancing around the cave. It was small, but clearly lived in, because there were knitting tools and items of the sort that clearly belonged to someone.

Crap. He better not be about to get eaten by some sexy mermaid.

Leo rubbed his head, feeling the bandages there. Whoever had saved him must've put them there.

And then you walked in.

Leo stared at you, his vision still blurry from waking up. He watched as you smiled, rushing over to him and dropping the basket of herbs you'd been carrying. He vaguely heard you say something, and when he tried to respond, it suddenly felt like his tongue had stopped working.

Was this a result of him being sick, or of you being fucking gorgeous?

He sure didn't know.