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Seeing her like this, bleeding and so clearly in pain… it broke something in Morana. She did not even think as she walked over to her wife, did not even care about the blood staining her dress, when she wrapped her arms around her.
“Don’t worry, love,” Striga whispered. “I am going to be fine.”
And somewhere deep inside, Morana knew it. She knew that some fresh blood would fix a lot within just a couple of days. Still… “You are in pain.”
Striga grunted. “Barely feeling it.” She looked at Morana with a smile, kissing her forehead in this gentle way, in which she would always kiss her.
It was then, that Morana could no longer hold herself back, drawing her wife into a deep and desperate kiss. A kiss, in that she could pour all her feelings, her fear for this woman, whom she just could not loose. She was so thankful, that Striga understood, that Striga returned the kiss and held her for a long time.
“I think, I do want to lie down, though,” Striga whispered, as they finally broke apart.
And for just a moment, Morana blushed, before taking her hand. “Of course, my Love.”