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He released her from his hold when she gasped, startled, and quickly apologetic. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." he said quickly, taking her by the waist and hoisting her off of his lap onto the bed beside him. "I was healing you. Again." He smiled a little. "I haven't healed a burn so deep in a long time, and never on anyone other than myself." He started talking again, chatteirng about everything and nothing in particular. He stood and turned to the dresser. "I'll get you something...more appropriate to wear. And work on making you a new bodice. Can you sew? Do you know how to make a bodice? I've never made one before. Obviously." He sat back down on the bed, holding a new shirt for her, various sewing materials, and a salve of some sort in a small container. "Now, before you change, let me see your back. Just in case. You never told me how old you are, you know. Or if your eyes are natural. You sure do avoid questions well. And you keep talking about wanting my trust. I hardly know anything about you."

Ovaan allowed hismelf to breathe a sigh of relief. "Good. I don't want to even guess how you're supposed to make a bodice." He fell silent as he placed both hands on her back, closing his eyes so he could concentrate. Still, it was kind of hard to keep his focus when he was touching her bare skin. "You're still a little...tender. The skin isn't completely healed. It needs more time." He murmurred. "It should be fine by morning, if you get some rest."

He could tell from her body language that she was uncomfortable. He removed his hands from her back, allowing himself the bonus of lightly brushing her back with his fingertips as his hands descended. "Here's a better shirt." He said helpfully, handing her the shirt he'd fetched for her. "Just remember to sleep on your stomach tonight."

"Wait." Ovaan said, thinking fast. He reached out and caught her elbow, pulling her back. "You can use my bed." This was quite a noble move of his, as his bed was his most prized piece of furniture. But he figured he ought to be particularly charming towards her if he was going to keep her with him forever. He stood, quickly explaining his actions, "You're the one that's hurt and everything..."

"I'll sleep on the floor tonight." He said boldly. He hadn't slept on the floor in at least ten years. That meant he wasn't going to be getting much sleep at all, but he would suffer if it meant she would stay. "Tomorrow I can make you your own bed, so you'll be more comfortable." He told her happily, arranging clean blankets onto her bed in a way that would be comfortable for her to sleep on her stomach.

What? She was denying him the happiness of giving up his bed for her?! That was so wrong! There had to be something against that in the ettiquette books. Ovaan pouted, very distressed that she would refuse. "No." He said stubbornly. "You're sleeping in the bed. I'll put you to sleep myself, if I have to."

"I might." he snapped, grouchy that she wasn't accepting his gift. "Don't tempt me." He put his hands on his hips, a natural move for him, as his wings lifted slightly. He suddenly looked a lot bigger than usual. The pose was a natural instinct to make himself look more intimidating when he was upset. He was already a little taller than she, and this added to the effect. Despite his usual mood-swings and clinginess, he suddenly looked very masculine and powerful as well.

Her gasp caused him to inhale in surprise as well, and immediately the illusion was lost. He wasn't scared, just startled. Moving like that was so natural for him, he didn't realize that he actually looked scary when he did. His eyes swirled from threatening, unhappy red to a worried blue as he saw the scars on her legs. "What happened?" He asked, concerned. And in the back of his mind; Did I do that?