After about two hours, Anna walked back into the bedroom with a tray. The tray held a steaming cup and a new roll of cotton bandaging. Connor was asleep and Anna didn't want to wake him up so she sat on the seat where she had placed his robes and weapons earlier. They were now sitting nicely folded in a drawer. Anna however, still retained his hidden blades. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. It was funny considering his job, if it could even be called that, consisted of killing people. She hardly ever saw him sleeping. He always went to bed after her and was always awake before her. Did he ever sleep? "Of course he sleeps!" she thought to herself. What did she think he was doing right now?

Connor opened his eyes and was met with a warm smile from Anna. She walked over and sat down next to him on the side of the bed. "Shall we have a look at our handy work?" she asked. Connor replied as he sat up "it's all your work Io" "Well you're the one that went and got himself sliced open and I couldn't have done it without such a calm patient". Connor chuckled, "it's not the first time I've been stitched up nor will it be the last". Anna unwrapped the bandaging from around Connor's torso and gave him the still steaming cup. "Drink Up! It's a healing tea from the village." So she was still going to the village! Connor did as he was instructed and drank the tea as Anna inspected the newly stitched wound. It looked good so far. Anna took the empty cup from Connor and placed it back on the tray then took her seat back on the side of the bed next to him.

She felt a hand placed delicately on her waist. She swivelled around and her eyes met Connor's own beautiful brown eyes. Did he really know how crazy he drove her? Did she really know how crazy she drove him? They stared longingly into each other's eyes for a moment. Connor lay back down and Anna placed her head on his bare chest, the side that remained untouched by the blade. He was so warm and comfortable; Anna wished she would never have to get up. Thomas had been totally wiped from her head at that moment.

Connor slowly rubbed her bicep with his thumb as Anna traced invisible lines on his chiselled stomach with her index finger. She listened to the steady beat of his heart. Connor inhaled her intoxicating aroma and closed his eyes, remembering the happy memories of their relationship past. He tightened his grip around her ever so slightly and exhaled; Anna smiled to herself and continued tracing lines on Connor's chest and stomach. The two of them sat in silence for about ten minutes just listening to each other's heart beats and breaths.

Connor started to speak.

"Io?"

"Mmmm?"

"May I ask you a question?"
"Ofcourse Connor. Ask away."
"Has he…Has he bed you yet?"

An curtain of silence fell over the two briefly.

"Connor , what kind of question is that?" Anna finally asked as she raised her head and placed her chin on his chest so she could look at him while he spoke.

"I…ahh…I…umm" Connor was stuck for words.

"Connor just spit it out!" He started to detect a slight tone of anger in Anna's voice.

"Well, it's just that you promised me that honour."
"I know I did but we aren't going out anymore."
"oh."
"Oh what Connor?"

"So he has bed you then?"
"Why does it even matter!? I'm sure you've slept with women before."

Connor turned his gaze from her and Anna knew instantly that she had hit a raw nerve. Anna's tone softened, "So I was to be your first as well?" Connor turned back towards her and just stared into her eyes. Anna smiled, placed a delicate peck on his lips and then lay her head back on his chest

"If you must know, I remain as pure as when you left me."

Connor smiled and then remarked, "Were you ever really pure to start off with?" he chuckled and Anna playfully slapped his arm. "Congratulations Connor. You just made a joke" she shot back sarcastically.

Connor stayed over that night and Anna happily relinquished her bed. She stayed in the spare room. Afterall, she was a respectable woman in a relationship.