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Skyhaven temple was very busy. It had been two days since the Dragonborn had arrived and they were all getting ready for the dragons. They expected that the dragons would attack them at Skyhaven next. The Blades were the main defense against the dragons, and if the dragons wanted to win, Skyhaven would be their next target. At the moment, Aela was making herself a new sword, because she hated how the katanas work. She was pretty good with a forge; working with the Gray-Manes helped that. She had the hilt done, and was working on the blade. The Blades were scurrying around the temple getting ready. Fortunately, the jarl of Markarth decided to send aid to the Blades, the thirty soldiers they had were all working to improve the defenses of the temple.
"Aela, we've got another one." Draco peeked his head in and ushered her out. She asked Argis to finish the sword, and followed him out. They saw the dragon circling above the temple, scouting it out. Aela shot an arrow just to test it, and it flew off.
"Well then, it seems that-" Aela couldn't speak any more. Draco turned to see an arrow in her chest, and blood dripping down. He caught her before she fell and looked around for the shooter.
"Show yourself dammit! Come out and fight!" He saw the retreating figure of the archer sprinting down the mountain, bow in hand. He turned away from the shooter and paid attention to Aela. He was using a healing spell as he pulled the arrow out. He stood up, holding her in his arms, and walked her back into the temple. He got her into his room and laid her down on his bed. He then began to use more healing magic as he tried to treat the wound.
Aela woke up in Draco's room, him looking down at her. She felt a horrible pain in her chest and looked down. There was a puncture scar on her chest, and she could feel the pain residing in that area. She looked up to Draco, seeing him with a tired look in his eyes.
"How long was I out?" she asked him.
"Seven hours," he sighed.
"And how long have you been sitting there?"
"Same time." Aela was amazed at how long. He had sat there and helped her heal for seven hours? That was longer than when he and Dross had to spend five healing some horrible poison in Siren.
"Draco, you didn't have to spend-"
"We almost lost you twice, Aela. I sure as Talos did need to stay here. You were poisoned, that was supposed to kill. It took me a lot of magicka and Siren a lot of alchemy to keep you alive." So Siren was in there too. Aela thought of the scared look in the Dunmer's eyes as she helped Draco with the healing. Whenever Aela was hurt, Siren was the one to get affected first. She looked at Draco's hands, and could see the effects of using a lot of magic. He walked up to her, taking her hand in his.
"I'm happy that you're okay. I don't know what I would do without you."
"Siren's getting good with a bow, almost as good-"
"I'm not talking about that, Aela." That's when Aela began to get confused. She looked at his face, and finally saw what he was talking about.
"Draco, I-"
"I know. I could smell it while we were coming here." He leaned in, pressing his mouth against hers. She felt the satisfaction of the wolf inside her as he wrapped his arm around her, bringing her to a sitting position. They broke the kiss a minute later, just to be replaced by another. Aela felt Draco shift, wrapping his other arm around her and pulling her in close to his body. Her arms curled around his neck, while his hand went through her hair. She smiled as he sat on the bed beside her, allowing her to lean on him. He began to undo the shirt she was wearing, and she felt her blood begin to boil as he pulled it off.
The following morning, Draco woke up to a rumbling noise. He looked at Aela, and saw her sleeping peacefully, quite the feat for one with the beastblood. He heard the rumbling again, then a knock on the door.
"Dragonborn! The dragons are attacking draugr and men are coming up the mountain and-" the soldier on the outside was out of breath.
"Okay, I get it." Aela was up now and looking at him expecting an answer. "Stay here." He got up and began getting his armor on.
"I want to fight."
"But you're wounded."
"No, Draco. I am fighting no matter what you say to try and sway me." Draco sighed, knowing she wouldn't lose this argument, and helped her up.
"Well then, stay close." He finished getting his armor on, then grabbed his sword. He ran out of the room, turned then sprinted for the main hall.
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