Kael and Jasmine pulled away with difficulty, and Jasmine's cheeks were pink, the blush spreading from her neck to her ears like a schoolgirl caught in her first crush, pure shy joy lighting up her pale face.
"I think I'm ready, King Voren." She said it teasingly, her voice light, her eyes bright with something that had been missing before, pure life returning to her gaze.
Seraphine laughed, the sound warm and genuine, pure relief and affection mixed in the expression. "I see you are in a good mood, but how do you feel?"
"Much better." Jasmine said honestly, her voice steady, the weakness still present but no longer overwhelming.
Seraphine stopped the transfusion, her movements careful, pure practical care in every gesture. She didn't want Kael to weaken from it when he was going to war, didn't want him going into battle with less strength than he needed. The protectiveness of it settled quiet and firm in her chest.
