Chapter 19
David – the healer taking care of Aly – was bandaging one of the many wounds that Nawat could now see on the body. Only moments before Nawat had been meticulously cleaning those said wounds.
Aly's flock was going to be very angry.
How had she lost so much blood and still survived? The blood seemed to flow continuously from her open wounds. The amount of blood that had been on her was near the amount of blood that dripped down the arms of dead nobles he had slain while working to get Sarai, and later Dove, on the Copper Island's throne.
Nawat hovered nervously behind David as he cleaned, bandaged, medicated, healed, and sewed his mate's myriad of wounds.
Aly slept through all of it.
When David finally finished, Nawat slid onto their marriage bed and pulled Aly's limp body close. He held her for a moment, taking strength from the fact that she was alive. Then Nawat tucked her into the bed and sat next to her head, preening her.
Nawat still felt like there was something bad on the horizon.
To make up for my disgustingly long absence (in which, people reviewed, which made me ridiculously, deliriously happy) I have 4 chapters to post (which are short, but I didn't like the way it looked/sounded when it was all one chapter).
I'm going to warn you now, I got super organized. I have found that I have more stories on than I have, so the majority of my time is going to be spent there, please don't hate me. I will still be writing here, and plant to finish this story before really going after the stories on the sister site. I also wanted to tell you that I have another story planned for , this one not for Tamora Pierce, I have to make sure there are no glaring plotholes before I can divulge more information. again, please keep rotten vegetables to a minimum.
Anyway, have a fantastic, great, wonderful, merry, happy, (etc.) holiday!
--Sincerely, Piroko Hatake