I was weak against the elements of Shaman; against all odds; against all curses that had befallen this tortured land. I was weak in the world that I had come from and I was weak here. One day I would be strong. One day it would be different. One day I would not be the one sitting here in the same position I’d been in so many times before. I wasn’t going to assume that Levi was the Moravick type and, even if he was, nothing could compare to the years of horrors that man put me through at this point. I was deep within my thoughts as Levi tended to the last of my wounds, startled from them right away when his hand stroked the inside of my leg.

I exhaled slowly, eyes dropping down to meet his. Was that blush? I couldn’t tell. He was so…blue?

“Levi…you’re blue…”

His hands wouldn’t leave the unfinished tattoo design even after he’d mentioned that someone could finish it. “Not…just…it means something to me. The man who did it…he was my, my lover.” I said, forgetting the reasons why I tried to hide it in the first place. “Levi…” I mentioned when his hand continued to pet at my leg. His wings were blocking us from the rest of the room but, since I could see out behind him and he could not, I felt the need to bring it to his attention that no one was in the room with us.

“You can relax. If anyone sees me that’s their problem – not ours. We’re alone right now.”