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“Grima…!” Your exasperated call didn’t help calm his nerves; he was already on edge, what with you being in pain most of the day. “Why does it have to hurt so badddddd” At this point, maybe you were dragging it out a little? But honestly, you were in a lot of pain! And besides, you wanted Grima’s attention, too. “Please, make it better?” he frowned at your sweet look. He knew you were just trying to get him to do something for you… but how could he say no to you?
“Fine, fine…” And thus he tried to help. It was sweet of him to try and massage your legs, but he was by no means an expert. He either went too soft or too hard, or his talon-like nails dug into the exposed skin and left little nips here and there. Your legs still hurt like hell, from what you didn’t know but it didn’t seem to want to go away. “Is this helping any?” He hummed, clearly content with just getting to hold you. Maybe it wasn’t all bad for him.
“No, not really…” You sighed, rubbing your eyes. Maybe it was even getting worse? It sure felt like it was, with tears pricking at your eyes.“Ugh this is disgusting…” You groaned, lying back. “Grima, please make it all better…” Seeing you like this did hurt him, especially with him having no real way to fix it for you.
“My pet…” He collected you in his arms, brushing away stray tears that feel from your face. “I apologize that I can’t take the pain away… you’ll just have to settle for my comfort, instead.” He held you, head cradled in his lap as he free hand brushed your hair away from your face, occasionally drifting to trace your jaw or the dip of your neck. His touch was so gentle, almost enough to distract you from the pain in your legs.
“You can be such a nerd, you know that?” You hummed out the words, rather content lying in his lap, the pain in your legs becoming a dull pain as you focused on his touch and gaze. “Don’t leave when I fall asleep, okay? You make me feel better.” Grima was thankful as you started to doze off, for his cheeks had started to burn with those human emotions better suited on your features.
“What a foolish worm…” Even as the words left him, he couldn’t help but smile. Foolish, yes, but still his worm. He could only hope your light slumber helped alleviate the pain some. And, sure you wouldn’t notice in your sleep, he took the chance to lean down and brush his lips against yours. So gentle, you hardly noticed.
“Loser…” You whispered as his lips left, snuggling more into him. He shook his head and looked away. Never had he been more thankful for the little moments than times like these, with you.