A/N: Okay here's the second part, if your waiting for some plot it might be a while b/c I'm feeling very fluffy at the moment…lol but anyway there are thanks to the awesome reviewers at the end…

Also: If you like this then you will probably like my other *longer* story "A Summer in the Life of Daine" too so check it out…

Disclaimer: All belong to Tamora Pierce…

            Numair smiled and gathered the blankets around him. His sleep had been pleasant and much needed.

            "Daine, I love you," he whispered and reached to pull her in his arms. When he met air he opened his eyes to find an empty bed. Frowning he sat up and saw a note laying on the table by the bed. It was in Daine's small, just legible handwriting. He really needed to teach her to write neater, he thought absently before reading the note:

Numair, I'm sorry to have left you, but they needed my help in the stables. There is a nasty cold that all the horses are catching and they want me to try and clear it up before it gets out of hand.

                                                                                                With much love,

                                                                                                Daine

            Numair sighed and decided to sleep a little more as long as Daine was busy. He was still a bit weak and sleep would do him good.

            Daine thought longingly of the warm bed with Numair by her side. At least Kit had agreed to stay with Tkaa for the day. As of the moment, she was out in the cold and covered in various degrees of horse waste. She shook her aching head and moved on to heal a testy mare. She ran her hands over the sick beast trying to calm her. She could feel the mare, Windsweep's, agitation, but placed her hands on the horse's turning stomach. Just calm down Windsweep, it'll be all over in just a moment. She told the horse and sent a small thread of magic into the horse, burning out the infection, she was almost done when she felt a sharp jab on her arm, she snapped out of concentration to look at her bleeding forearm. She sighed and frowned at the ill-tempered mare. Warily she again placed a hand on the mare and quickly finished the job. She exited the stall and grabbed a linen bandage and wrapped it around her arm. She had been at this for hours and she still had five or so horses to heal. She sighed and walked to the next horse, a large roan stallion, at least he seemed friendly.

            Numair woke again at midday. He stretched and pulled on his clothing. His stomach growled its hunger.

            "I wonder where Daine is," he muttered to him self as he pulled his hair back and went to the dinning hall. He greeted the cooks and sat down with his copious amount of food. Now that his magic was back he was starving. He quickly ate his food and headed to the stables to find Daine. He said a quick hello to the few people he knew, but didn't stay long. He was worried hat Daine had not come back, by now it was at least two hours after midday.

            He walked in the stables and covered his nose, they smelled horrible.

            "Daine?" he called looking in the stalls. Stefan came out of one of the stalls.

            "Hi Master Numair. Daine finished up about an hour ago, a blessing that girl is," he smiled. "I don't remember hearing her leave though." Numair frowned. He walked to the end of the stables and found a very dirty Daine asleep on the soft hay.

            "I guess just got too tired, but didn't' want to leave the horses yet, perhaps she was talking Cloud, looks as if the mares dozed off too," Stefan whispered. Sure enough, the mare's stall was right next to Daine and the pony was leaning against the wall with closed eyes. Numair didn't know whether to laugh or frown.

            "I think you're right Stefan, I'll take her to bed now. Hopefully Cloud won't object," Numair smiled at the hostler. He bent down and picked up the sleeping Daine. She muttered something, but didn't wake. Numair nodded to the man and headed up his rooms the long way so as to avoid other people. Gently he placed his love in bed and grimaced slightly when she got horse dung all over the sheets. He covered her up and found a servant to get him a large warm bath. The servant returned quickly and Numair poured bath oils into the water and set candles around it. The soft fragrance of lavender filled the room and the candles' light danced across the water as the sun light faded. He used his gift to keep the bath warm as he went to rouse Daine.

            "Daine, my love, there's a bath for you," he whispered while gentle shaking her. She yawned and looked at him with loving eyes.

            "Numair, I must have fallen asleep, I'm sorry," She placed a hand on his face, and then wrinkled her nose and laughed. "I'm still covered in dung!" she stood up and looked at the bed and frowned.

            "Don't worry, I'll clean it, there's a bath ready for you," she smiled at him gratefully and he couldn't help but embrace her in a passionate kiss. He sweet eyes and soft lips were so enticing to him, even if the rest of her was a little dirty. She laughed on his lips.

            "Numair, now you'll have to bathe too, I've gotten you all dirty." And indeed she had. She went into the bathroom and gasped. "Wow," she whispered. Numair hugged her from behind.

            "I thought you would like it," the soft candle light danced off her skin and unconsciously Numair slid his hands down and untucked her shirt. A slow smiled played across Daine's mouth.

            "You know I think this bath is big enough for two, Master Salmalin," she unbuttoned her breeches. Numair hadn't had this in mind, but now, as long as Daine wanted to he supposed it would be alright. He grinned widely.

            "Of course my sweet, nothing less for you," he captured her lips and pulled off his own shirt before undressing her. He gathered her in his arms and slowly lowered her into the warm water. She sighed and leaned back against the edge of the basin. Numair pulled off his breeches and slid in behind her. She laid her head back on his shoulder and let the tips of her hair fall into the water. He gently massaged her shoulders before grabbing the soap and rhythmically washing her back.

            "Numair, Gods, I love you," Daine moaned as he therapeutically massaged her hair getting out the worst if the grime. Numair kept the water warm as he finished bathing her; she had once again fallen asleep. He quickly washed himself and stood, gently lowering Daine's head onto the side of the bath. He wrapped a towel around his waist and put new sheets on the bed. He picked up Daine and set her on the bed. He was glad she was asleep so she couldn't see his blush as he slipped a night gown over her body, though he had just bathed her it had been in murky water and she had been awake. He put on his own clothes and climbed into the bed with her. He kissed her cheeked and she murmured something and snuggled closer to him. He smiled and slept.

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Thanks to:

 Aman'mai : Thanks for reading! Hope to see u back.

Martini: I'm updating at last! Sorry I couldn't get it sooner, I had a test every day this week... ugh...

Numair's Daine: Wish my English teacher would say the same thing!

Anigym: Thanks for the encouragement J I guess I don't suck if people are reading it

Llama: You rock my Knome's socks …lol

Intellectual*monkey: I think so too. I heard that Tamora is writing a book about Numair's early life, but I wanna hear more about Daine and Numair….

TamoraFan: Here's some more, hope u like it. J

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Casiana: oopps thanks for telling me. My teacher's name is Alana so I guess I just got used to seeing it that way...lol…

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