THERE WAS BLOOD. AND pain.
But there was also the sweetest touch that he could ever remember.
Ru rose to consciousness slowly, first feeling the nervous fingers rubbing up and down his arm and gripping his fingers every few moments. Then the less pleasant sensation of bruised and tattered muscle made itself known. He could feel the injury pull in his abdomen, whatever healing salve Lis had found doing its work, but burning him up as it functioned. He’d never been able to afford the good, fast acting regen creams.
He cracked open his eyes and found himself laying down in his bed, his shirt cut open down the middle and his pants pushed down to almost expose him completely in the dim light of his quarters.
Lis sat next to him, her face drawn and pale. When she saw that he was awake, she
