Just a scratch? Melisma couldn’t help the snort that escaped her then. She supposed he was well enough if he could still jest like that. “And I’m blind.” she replied, a bit of sarcasm in her voice. She would certainly hope nothing like that would keep him down. It was whatever was hidden beneath the water that she worried about. So many things could have happened in just a short amount of her time. Her mind could image plenty, without her even trying.
A sigh finally escaped her lips, the worry easing from her face as she looked at him and a small smile returning as he nibbled at her neck beneath her mane. “I’m not used to worrying.” she quietly confessed, though anything she said like that she felt might be obvious. Melisma turned her head away slightly, though not enough to pull away from his touch. It was enough to show her embarrassment though, as she let her green eyes glance across the Desert where the intruder had gone. “What was he here for?” she couldn’t help but ask, looking at him then. And would he be back? The thought was clearly painted on her face.
The box Melisma had so carefully tucked into the back of her mind filled with memories of her childhood threatened to open. The reason why she had only come out at night, until she had found her courage here under his protection. Why she had constantly looked over her shoulder until she had fallen into the comfort Cain had provided with the way he so fiercely protected his herd. It was a false sense of security, she realized now, though she refused to let it show upon her dark colored face.
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