Growing Concern

"Thank you," Ashlynn said, setting a hand on Jacques' scaly forearm and giving him a genuine smile as his gentle, protective energy washed over her, washing away not only the traces of their aggressive sparring, but a good measure of the fatigue she felt as well. 

The wounds she'd suffered weren't light and knowing that he had to feel the same pain she felt in order to heal those wounds, she worried that accepting his healing might impose too great a burden on the scaly witch. Seeing him quietly endure, she couldn't help but feel guilty for pushing things so far in their recent sessions. 

"I didn't hurt you too badly when I hit you with the staff, did I?" Ashlynn asked, worried that she might have done more damage than she meant to when she struck his arm. They might be able to heal and recover quickly but all of these things still hurt immensely and the strain on their bodies from the frequent use of healing magic wasn't light either.