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“Huh?” her brows furrowed.

Figuring that she hadn’t heard him correctly, her head canted to the side as she looked up at him with a confused expression. Between her pounding headache and aching chest from the panic and anxiety inducing little ‘field trip’ they had just barely escaped from, Laven blinked a few times as she tried to process his last statement.

My bed, I’m bring over… what? She groaned.

Leaning forward she propped her elbows on her knees and pressed the heel of her palms against each of her temples in an attempt to focus. “You’re bringing your bed over? Right now?” Was he insane? He could barely stand up as it was, what made him think he could drag a bed across the hall when a feather on his shoulder could knock him over with how exhausted he looked.

“Yeah-”

“No, that’s fine” She sat up and could feel the tension in her back between her shoulder blades beneath the scales along her spine. God what I’d do for a massage right now. Not that she’d be able to feel it, but the thought of it was definitely nice.

Laven looped one arm through his and leaned her head against his shoulder lazily. Her eyes drifted across her room, while clean there were multiple things that were in the way such as the rug and the circular chair in the corner by the bookshelf.

“I’ll move things around in here, but you’ll need to be the one to move the bed.” With her other hand, she summed the small energy orb she had collected the last time she went out on patrol. It wasn’t a lot, nowhere near meeting her quota goal, but it should afford him maybe an hour or two of time before they both hit the floor and fell asleep.

“We can just worry about moving everything else later.” Her bookshelf and chair would likely have to go into his room, perhaps even her desk but there were things in there she didn’t want to see, gifts she had been working on that weren’t yet complete.

Laven moved her laundry hamper to the other side of her desk then walked over to where he was crouched beside the bed. When wolframite stood she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder sleepily. She drew in a slow yet deep breath, drawing comfort from his scent, “There’s no rush, we’ll get to it when we get to it.”

More than likely they would be out of it for a while, at least until dinner time if she were guessing. Breakfast would be served here shortly in the Cafeteria, and while it would be wise to eat something after all the running around they were doing, food was the last thing on her mind especially with how upset her stomach felt right now from the stress and anxiety that place put her through.

“Unless you have something important going on later today I suggest you turn off any alarm you may have set on your tablet. I already turned mine off while you were in your room.”

"Don't," Laven shook her head nuzzling her cheek against his comfortingly.

This wasn’t the first time he had reacted this way. However, this time their minds were linked, albeit briefly, which allowed her a glimpse of what triggered his response to the distant flames. That was until he snapped the tether by removing the earring to stop to flow of images and thoughts from overwhelming her.

"Don't apologize for something that was out of either of our control." Her voice sounded more sad than scolding as she continued. “Neither of us could have predicted what was going to happen in that shadow realm.” Laven lifted her head and leaned back enough so she could look him in the eyes and in doing so she raised a hand to cup his cheek. Her thumb brushed against his jawline and under her fingertips, she could feel the raised scars from the burn marks that red-haired senshi had given him.

A part of her wanted to ask what happened, who that woman was and why she hurt him. However, she suspected that like the topic with his husband, this was one discussion that was better to let rest until Wolframite was comfortable bringing it up on his own. His reaction in the shadow ream made her believe that it was something she was not meant to see or know about, at least not right now.

“I don’t want to continue to be a liability. If Tinaksite wasn’t there I’m not sure either of us would have had the sense to continue to move.” If he wanted to take the blame then it would have to be shared because the only fault she could find is with her own reaction. Up until now, any training she had done was scheduled, in a controlled environment, with more focus on honing her own abilities which were the exact opposite of what occurred this evening which sent her spiraling into a panic. “Where I’ve been weak you’ve been strong, but this time I wasn’t there for you the way you've been there for me or I was able to be there for you at the faire.” There was no melody hummed to calm his panic or gentle hand to guide him to safety. All she could do was splash him with water and hope it woke him up.

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better.”

Laven closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his.

“When I said I cared about you Wolframite, it wasn’t a shallow statement. I care about who you were, who you are, and who you want to become.” His goals were important to her which is why she worried about being a distraction or a liability.

“Please don’t take my lack of questions as disinterest or that I’m trying to ignore what happened in your past. I don’t want to pry into things you’re not ready to talk about or ask the wrong questions.” Which is why she continued to wait patiently for him to explain and would continue waiting if that’s what it took. “I’ve said it once before and I’ll say it again; when you’re ready I’ll be here.”

“But for now, the bed’s made and we’re both exhausted.” Laven reached up to cup the back of his ear, his fur soft beneath her hand she gave him a soft kiss upon his brow. “At least laydown, ok?” least one of them falls over and brings the other down with them.

“I’ll stay up as long as you need me to.” To keep herself awake, she positioned one of the pillows behind her so she could sit up. The blankets were draped over her legs for warmth but to keep herself from falling asleep it was best that she didn’t lay down just yet.

“Tell me what's on your mind, please?”

“The woman” with the “red hair.”

Gaze set somewhere in the distance, beyond the walls of her bedroom out past the barracks and into the unexplored parts of the Rift. Her thoughts were broken, her lips moved yet not all words were spoken. “She did this…” Absently Laven touched the scars on the side of his face.

“It’ wasn’t an accident.” He wasn’t caught in a building fire or got hurt in some battle. No, he was captured, bound with no means of escape or ability to call out for help and then tortured. “Why you? Why any of you? What vendetta did they have to warrant such treatment?”

War was an ugly thing, a concept she was still wrapping her mind around. Despite the training, she was no soldier and while some things seemed like they fell within the grey area of mortality were still very black and white, right and wrong, and this... torturing prisoners of war was one of the most unforgivable sins.