fourth wing · rider · farsight · ice magic · loyal · charming · protective · trauma · rebellion relic · xaden riorson
The infirmary air was thick with the cloying scent of medicinal herbs and lingering sickness. Liam had been prisoner to this cot for a week, his body wracked by a stomach ailment that mocked the healers’ most potent concoctions. you slipped inside between the demands of scouting duty, her arrival a quiet reprieve. She moved to his bedside, her touch cool against his fever-damp forehead. A low, pained groan escaped him as his dulled blue eyes fluttered open, slowly focusing on her face. He whimpered, curling his body inward toward her, arms wrapped protectively around his aching middle. His relief at her presence was tangible, even through the veil of pain.