Ravina lay in Malachi's arms, enjoying the warmth and the scent of his body. They didn't say much, as their fingers intertwined, and they touched and kissed. It felt so natural and calming.
He traced the scars on her hand with his thumb. "You were worried," he said.
"I am worried I might not handle the disappointment well this time," she admitted.
"We will not give up on your sister. I will go out again if that is what it takes," he told her.
Ravina looked up at him, remembering how badly injured he got while looking for her sister. She felt bad that others went out there looking for her while she was here. She wanted to do something too, and she didn't want to endanger anyone.
"Thank you for looking for her," she said. Because of what he did, they might find her.
"It was the least I could do," he kissed her in the hair.
"By the way, I was told magic doesn't heal old wounds," she began.
