HER SMILE DRIFTED AWAY and she turned, tugging on his hand as she headed toward her tent. Godric happily complied, his heart picking up a few beats as she pulled him to a spot just outside the small, authentic looking structure and dropped his hand, bending down to disappear inside.
He stood there for a moment, unsure what she wanted him to do, but she reappeared after only a few seconds. She had a small jar in one hand.
Turning the lid on the jar, she opened it and dipped a slender finger into the smooth, green cream inside. She wiggled her fingers to indicate that she wanted his hand and he offered it without question.
The cream she soothed over his cuts felt cool and soft, like silk against his skin. But as she worked it gently into his wounds the skin warmed and began to tingle.
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