[ Lauralae's teeth are covered in blood, her lips are coloured with it, trailing down along her jaw, dripping to her dress, her cloak. She will have to bathe, she thinks, she will have to wash her things, but that is not unusual. Blood is second nature to her now, after all, a familiar friend that comes in the middle of the night.
As Clarke's eyes lift back towards her she pauses, her eyes dancing over the other woman before she breathes out. The pain of her arm is nothing compared to the certainty she feels when she looks at her ally, her companion, and the pulse of her heart is a deep and powerful thing, a push inside of her chest that leaves her breathless. It could be blood loss, true, but she doesn't care. Clarke is safe and that is, for now, all that matters.
The step makes her blink, breathing out hard, swallowing, before she bows down, tilting her eyes away from Clarke for a little while longer before she nods. ]
If that is your desire.
[ Clarke is not afraid. Clarke is not put off from her danger, from her nature. Clarke is... Clarke. And it buries inside of her, like a soft purr, making her feel safe and warm in ways she does not want to express. ]
( every movement is slow; not from fear, but the sheer desire to ensure that there's nothing to startle Lauralae. following this, the conversation, Lauralae's actions, and the immediate memory that Lae had killed someone for attacking her- it all breeds the desire to keep her actions measured and careful.
reaching forward, one hand steadies Lauralae's arm while the other hovers over the wound. it's a soft whisper of a spell before the skin seems to knit itself right back together, as though the wound had never existed in the first place, only the remnants of blood left behind to be washed away later. Clarke's sure she remembers a rune that could do it right now, but it isn't worth the risk of writing the incorrect one.
Clarke's shoulders sag after that, exhaustion gripping tightly to her as the adrenaline begins to ebb away, a release that happens far too quickly. reaching up, she rubs a hand across her eyes. )
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As Clarke's eyes lift back towards her she pauses, her eyes dancing over the other woman before she breathes out. The pain of her arm is nothing compared to the certainty she feels when she looks at her ally, her companion, and the pulse of her heart is a deep and powerful thing, a push inside of her chest that leaves her breathless. It could be blood loss, true, but she doesn't care. Clarke is safe and that is, for now, all that matters.
The step makes her blink, breathing out hard, swallowing, before she bows down, tilting her eyes away from Clarke for a little while longer before she nods. ]
If that is your desire.
[ Clarke is not afraid. Clarke is not put off from her danger, from her nature. Clarke is... Clarke. And it buries inside of her, like a soft purr, making her feel safe and warm in ways she does not want to express. ]
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reaching forward, one hand steadies Lauralae's arm while the other hovers over the wound. it's a soft whisper of a spell before the skin seems to knit itself right back together, as though the wound had never existed in the first place, only the remnants of blood left behind to be washed away later. Clarke's sure she remembers a rune that could do it right now, but it isn't worth the risk of writing the incorrect one.
Clarke's shoulders sag after that, exhaustion gripping tightly to her as the adrenaline begins to ebb away, a release that happens far too quickly. reaching up, she rubs a hand across her eyes. )
Thank you for protecting me.