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[Miss Rhiannon]

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Rhi winced as she brushed the hair from Fong’s face – revealing clusters of deep bruises and cuts. One of his eyes was swollen shut, a dark purple bruise engulfing the eye and the area round it. “Fong?! Your eye! It looks terrible!”
“Talon, “he responded with narrowed eyes. He also mentioned the name of someone else she did not recognize. She clenched her jaw and looked to Vargus, “Damn Sanctans.” Vargus nodded in disgust and agreement.

“Tis just a bruise my love. No need for concern,“ he offered a reassuring smile that gave her no comfort.
“You should go see the healer,” she nodded firmly.
“I don’t like the healers. They’re sadistic!”
“Sadistic? That’s ridiculous,” Rhi looked around at the other Moonglowians around the bank.
She leaned into to whisper to Fong, “For me? Go, for me?” She pulled away, smiling to him and patting her belly. At only six weeks pregnant she was not showing at all, but he got the point.
“You’ll be using that more and more, won’t you?”
“When necessary,” she replied with a wink.


After their trip to the healers, Fong and Rhi stood at the bank with Vargus, Morgan and a few others. Fong was holding a cold, bloody steak to his eye while Rhi was crinkling her nose at the sight. Fong was not happy, the blood dripping onto his robe. He sighed, shifting the steak around. “How long do I have to keep this thing on my face?”
Rhi responded, “How long did the healer say?”
“If I knew that I would not have asked…”
Rhi put her hands on her hips, “No need to get snippy!”
Morgan spoke up, “If I may…it should be held there for one to two hours. A succession of alternating hot and cold compresses should be applied there after.” He continued with suggestions such as fish oil for pain, a topical numbing agent that would not cloud Fong’s mind as he refused to take pain medicine that would do so. He also suggested rosemary to ward off daemons that may prey on the wounded and a special tea.

Fong sighed again, shifting the steak around once more before tossing it to the ground, where a kitty picked it up and drug it away. Fong looked at the robe, noticing the blood stains and then looked to Rhi. “See? Sadistic.” He whispered some spells, which reduced some of the swelling. “Can you see out of it?” Rhi asked. Fong shrugged, “Maybe, a little." Rhi sighed with concern; the eye looked painful and heavily damaged.

They returned home and Rhi suggested he lay down while she prepared the tea. He smiled fondly and took her hands in his, “I should be taking care of you, you’re the one pregnant.” She smiled and shook her head, “You’re the one wounded from battle." Then, despite the pain he must have felt in his wounded lips, he kissed her passionately.
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aka - Brittany Tyven

I have only been married once. That was in consequence of a misunderstanding between myself and a young person.
-"Lane" in The Importance of Being Ernest