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Had you told Lanfear she’d fight for the woman at her feet she would have laughed but she does fight for her. She’s seen and smelt the fear in Liandrin for years now but the woman’s fierce fragility is buckled and broken now. She can’t let that continue.
Liandrin almost cries out when she pulls her up, dragging her closer even as Liandrin tries to fight her, wrapping them both in her safety before taking the woman to the one place she is safe. Siuan and Moiraine’s peaceful domain.
Liandrin does cry out when she lets her fall, tired legs failing to hold her up enough even as Siuan moves swiftly to catch her, cradle her closer and scoop the exhausted woman closer. She would, she thinks, love to be loved by these women, her good, gentle, heartbroken Liandrin, ever sure and ever strong Siuan and Moiraine who looks at both women like they might as well be goddesses. She cannot have that.
“Heal her…. Then perhaps you can all pay a little lipservice to your goddess.”
Siuan is about to protest when Liandrin speaks, surprising them all.
“Perhaps you might… wait a while…”
It's a soft, almost timid, request, one that is so unlike any other words Liandrin has spoken in years that Lanfear barely hides her smile, stroking one slightly bruising cheek and whispering a little silent healing at the bruised muscle.
“Of course, my Darkling…”
She pauses, taking in the way both Moiraine and Siuan look at her.
“Relax, my darkling is merely tragic, not broken beyond repair…”
Her voice softens as she murmurs.
“As long as she is in the care of a good beloved… or two…. Someone who might see her safe.”
Silence falls and Lanfear’s smile quirks.
“Perhaps a little time with a mother who loves her and a father who sooths her may help?”
Liandrin blushes, silent as before and Siuan smiles just lightly. She knows, too well, Lanfear is teasing, but she will, she thinks, always consider herself blessed to have Liandrin’s trust.
Silence falls, Liandrin shifts then winces and without thinking for a second Siuan moves to remove layers of clothing, revealing the heated touch of a burn, Liandrin’s flinch rewarded with an almost natural cooing sound.
“Easy, Lia, my mouse… let me see.”
Moiraine moves almost instinctively to gather both cooling aides and healing balms, drawn to touch the raising skin gently, noting Liandrin’s flinch and speaking softly but firmly.
“Stay…”
the cooling aides work wonders, Liandrin’s soft inhaled breathing rewarded with Siuan’s soft murmurs even as Moiraine wishes curses on the women who had so burnt her Liandrin. The balms drag a hiss from both Moiraine and Liandrin, Moiraine’s fingers curling gently over Liandrin’s shoulder, her lips finding the woman’s ear naturally.
“Good, good girl.”
After what feels like hours Liandrin’s skin cools enough to allow both her beloveds to bring her back fully to bed, the soft curl of Siuan’s arm around her waist steadying her even as Moiraine smooths soft fingers through tangled curls of hair that has escaped the usual braids, skirting gently over Liandrin’s cheekbone to cup her cheek safely in a hand.
“Rest, Dri….”