"I'd like to strap your arm into a sling," Rivyn sat back down and drew Siorin onto his lap. "But you'll be wanting to change clothes before that's done. In the meantime, try not to move it too much."
Akyran tilted my chin up, and brushed his lips over mine, lingering with a tender gentleness. I felt my heart constrict with pain and I turned my face away, his lips grazing across my cheek, his hand falling from my chin. I felt his unsteady indrawn breath, and felt his throat move as he swallowed, hard.
I pushed past him and slid from the table onto my feet. Akyran protested and scooped me back up into his arms. "I know you're mad at me," he breathed, leaning over me as he did so. "And rightly so. But do not be foolish. You are injured."
I sighed and did not resist.
"I'll take her to our tent," Akyran told Rivyn. "Let me know if I'm needed, otherwise we'll try to get a few hours of sleep."
"I'll do the same," Rivyn replied.