~{INGRID'S POV}~
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"Bite on this."
He offered a thick stick and I parted my lips while breathing heavily as he placed it in-between so I could bite on it.
"Are you ready?" He asked and I nodded.
The moment he gripped the arrow buried in my right arm, I closed my eyes and in a swift movement, he pulled it out and I screamed but it came out muffled as I bit into the stick to a point it broke in two.
"Breathe, okay. I'm sorry." He apologized but I was still trying to ease the pain as he dressed the wound.
When I felt alright, I looked at him just to find him looking at me with so much worry. He carefully took out the stick from my mouth and cupped my face.
"Ingrid, I know this isn't the appropriate time or place but we need to bind ourselves to each other soon."