"Could you just stay a little far from me?" Aizel said.
"Why? We Whiskerkin didn't mind going nude in front of the ones we trust," Rayla replied.
"But I mind; wait a minute... How could you trust me so easily?" Aizel asked, a little bit surprised by his response.
"How many times did we spar? I already consider you one of my own," Ralya replied, coming closer to him.
"Turn your back towards me; just trust me on this," she further said.
Aizel's gaze wavered as he considered his reaction to Rayla's touch for a few seconds.
Her hands rested softly on his shoulders, their warmth permeating his taut muscles and easing the fatigue he'd been feeling after their vigorous combat.
But eventually, he gave in to the calming touch that emanated from her fingers.
With intent, Rayla's fingers kneaded the knots and tightness out of Aizel's body, relieving the stress that had been plaguing her physical being.
