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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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Date: 2017-05-04 05:46 am (UTC)"Are you well enough for this?" The shirt is still discarded, but her hands are gentle as the touch him, so very careful of his hurts.
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Date: 2017-05-04 06:01 am (UTC)He pulls her back down, kissing her slowly and heatedly.