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[virgocat]

The air is hot at the top of the mountain, misty and hazy, even after the dragons defeat. Rosella lays on the ground by a meager dragon's hoard of gold and jewels. Her dress is torn in a few places, a faint tinge of red staining here and there from small cuts. Her face has a smear of soot across the forehead. She's breathing, which is a good thing, but her body is limp.

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[withimagination]

He smiles softly. "I'm fine, love. Promise."

He pulls her back down, kissing her slowly and heatedly.