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I was too tired to do anything other than watch as she washed his wrist, his hand, her own fingers gentle Too tired to ask if she possessed the ic to heal it herself Cassian seees around his wrist, only grunting to confirht or too loose, if it helped at all But he watched her--didn’t take his eyes off her face, the brows bunched and lips pursed in concentration

And when she’d tied it neatly, his wrist wrapped in white, when Nesta ood hand She lifted her gaze to his "Thank you," he said hoarsely

Nesta did not yank her hand away

Did not open her mouth for some barbed retort

She only stared and stared at him, at the breadth of his shoulders, evencolus And then at his hazel eyes, still riveted to her face

Cassian brushed a thumb down the back of her hand

Nesta opened her mouth at last, and I braced myself--

"You’re hurt?"

At the sound of Mor’s voice, Cassian snatched his hand back and pivoted toward Mor with a lazy s for you to cry over, don’t worry"

Nesta dragged her stare froers still curled as if his palm lay there Cassian didn’t look at Nesta as she rose, snatching up the pitcher, andmore water from inside the tent

Cassian and Mor fell into their banter, laughing and taunting each other about the battle and the ones ahead

Nesta didn’t coain for so into the night, Mor and Nesta working alongsideday for all of us, yes, but the others … They had fought for hours Frole of Mor’s jaw as she tended to injured Darkbringers and Illyrians alike, I knew the various recountings of the battle wore on her--not for the tales of glory and gore, but for the sole fact that she had not been there to fight beside theer forces and the Illyrians … I wondered where she’d fight Whom she’d command or answer to Definitely not Keir, but … I was still chewing it over when I at last slipped between the warm sheets of my bed and curled my body into Rhys’s