He submerged himself, felt the water flow over his skin. He brought his face close to the wound and remembered the lessons Dr. Anthony had given him. It was easier in the water, easier when he could see the wound. His fingers brushed over the skin, washing away the dirt and sand, urging healing into the bruised tissue. The damage went deep, all the way down the kidney. The bruise was more than half way to healed when he lifted himself from the water.
“Once we were coveted for this, not feared for our other gifts,” Mason said, smiling.
Alaric's hand covered the bruise, pressing against it. “That's… amazing.”
Mason blushed and stepped away, suddenly very conscious that they were both n***d and it hadn't been but a day since that kiss. Alaric's hand slid down his arm and their fingers tang
