The pain lasted more than it usually would. She couldn't touch him, it would usually make things worse.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and she reached out for him while instinctively pulling her hands back at the same time.
“By the Blood, Nicholas!” She gasped, like she was the one feeling his pain.
Like she was the one stretching and grunting on the floor of the room, like she was the one feeling like daggers were being twisted in her stomach, like she was one feeling like she was struggling to breathe even though that was something they had never needed.
Finally, after a long moment of struggle, he was alright again. He wiped the blood away and flashed her a smile.
“You have no need to worry,” he said, standing up.
“I have no need to worry? It took longer than usual! You may die if it happens again.”
“Iry—”