*Raphael*
With her body pressed against me, she feels better than I anticipated. Even with clothing and blankets separating us, I can't recall ever being quite so aroused with so little effort. Especially as my body feels like it has been transformed into an anchor, dragging me down.
I spoke true. I am exhausted. Beyond measure. I'm not certain I could have made my way out of my quarters to a hammock below. Most likely, I would do little more than slide out of the chair and land in an unconscious heap on the floor.
The weariness slammed into me the moment I finished braiding her hair, the moment I realized her bout of sickness had passed. The moment I acknowledged to myself that she would survive, that she would recover. Until then, I was so focused on seeing to her needs that I had no
