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The next morning Brynjolf was woken up by a knock on the door. He store at the door through his blurry vision then rubbed his eyes.

" Come in." His voice was croaky and filled with exhaust. He had never been so tired in his life.

The woman walked in with a tray of food and a warming smile.
" Good morning. I assumed you'd be hungry so I made you some breakfast."

Brynjolf blinked, confused.
" Thank you." He spoke as he hoisted himself up onto the chair and had the food sat on the desk in front of him.

" How is she doing?"
" She's been sound asleep the whole night. Only moved once or twice." He answered as he took a bite of the bread. It was warm, fresh and most importantly, delicious. He eagerly turned and began to spread the home made snowberry jam onto it and took another bite. It nearly made his stomach cry in happiness.

" Why are you helping us?" he suddenly asked. The woman looked up from Kyra and met his gaze.

" What do you mean?"

" We are just strangers off the street. Why help us?"

The woman gave a chuckle, her face lighting up with natural beauty.
" I see you still haven't figured it out yet."

" Figured what out?"

She glanced down at Kyra again, taking her hand into her own. The way the woman looked down at her. The love, the compassion, the worry.

Then it clicked.

He wasn't in any house. He hadn't met just any random people. He was in the house where Kyra grew up and in front of him, her mother.

" We were worried when she said she had to leave." Kyra's mother started, " But we knew it had to happen. It's hard to believe so many years have passed by since the last time we've seen her."

" She never came back to see you?" Brynjolf asked gently.
" No. She was afraid that it would be too hard on all of us." She wrapped her arm around her youngest daughter and pulled her close. " She's the last one left in the house. Her other two sisters left. One engaged and the other trying to start a business selling clothing."
" You must be proud."

" Aye, my husband and I both. We are proud of all of them."

Brynjolf's thumb ran up and down the handle of his cup as he listened intently.

" How did you recognize her? It was so dark not to mention you said it had been years since you've last seen her."
She gave a small smile, her eyes lighting up. " A mother knows her child when she sees them and when they are hurt, nothing will stop her from helping."

Brynjolf excused himself from the kitchen table and walked into the room to check up on her. Kyra gave a small stir and turned onto her side. Her face scrunched up slightly in pain and a whimper left her lips. Instantly his heart fell. If only he could take the pain away.

" It will take a while for her to recover. The wound was deep. But when she thinks she has the strength to have her use her magic to help speed up the process. Until everything you need to take care of her is in here. Make sure to change her bandage when she wakes up."
Brynjolf turned and saw her hold out a bag to him.
" You don't want her to stay?" He questioned. He saw her pause as she looked past him and at her daughter. Then she gave a small shake of her head.

" No. She will see us when she believes the time is right."
Brynjolf took the bag and thought.

" I think she stayed away because it would be too hard for her to leave you again." He spoke honestly. " When she talks about you I can see how much she loves her family. Please don't think otherwise."
" Thank you."
Her words were simple but they meant so much.

Brynjolf finally spotted all the similarities the two shared. Both had breath taking eyes, fair skin, and petite frame. Though he imagined that Kyra got her hair and feisty from her father. The skill in cooking had been passed from mother to daughter, not to mention they shared the same gentle touch and compassion.

He gently scooped Kyra into his arms and her younger sister placed a blanket over her so she was covered. Then she bided her a good bye, followed by a kiss to the forehead.

" If she asks you had help from an alchemist to make some medicine." Her mother ordered then she swept down and placed a kiss on her daughter's cheek.

" Do take care of her." She spoke as she gave him a small kiss on his temple as well. Brynjolf nodded then stepped out into the street. He gave his last of his good byes then turned for the inn, happy that he was finally able to see a part of Kyra that no one had ever seen before.

Kyra woke up feeling as if her life had been drained from her. Her hands grasped at the fabrics of the bed and relief swept over her. She was safe and alive.

Brynjolf spotted her sitting up out of the corner of his eyes. Instantly he was up and beside her without missing a beat.

" You're awake. Are you feeling ok? Take it easy."
Kyra chuckled. " Yes, I'm ok. I actually don't feel much pain at all-"
She paused and looked down. Suddenly she became extremely aware of the absence of her top and the exposure of her body. Though everything was wrapped she felt as if it were the same as being naked in front of him.

Brynjolf saw her bring her knees to her chest and turn her head in embarrassment. He had been so happy to see her alive that he gave little care of what she wore. She could be completely naked and he still wouldn't care.

" You carried me all the way back here?" She mumbled.

" Yes. An alchemist made some medicine to help your wound. They said when you felt like you had enough strength to use your spells, until to just use what's in here." He pulled the bag off the nightstand and into his lap.
" Did they say anything else?"

He swallowed.
" They said to change your bandage when you woke up."

Her face flushed red yet again. " I'm assuming it's something I can't do by myself is it?"

" No. We don't want you to irritate it from stretching too much."

Kyra's jaw locked.

" Fine."

Brynjolf tried to get a look of her face but she held her back to him. Carefully he untied the bandage and let it fall loose. Kyra let out a shiver as her bare skin was exposed, holding a blanket over her chest to try to stay covered.

His thought from earlier of him caring less if she was naked suddenly changed. As he took the lid off the jar he became acutely aware of everything as did she.

The feeling of his fingers on her skin, his warmth branding where ever he touched.

He began to take the extra bandage and reached around her. He continued to wind it up her body, careful not to be too loose or too tight. Then he came across the higher part of her back and he just couldn't stop himself from pausing.
" I swear Brynjolf if you say one insulting or perverted thing I will throw you out of this room and not let you back in." She threatened. Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingers grazed the scar on her shoulder blade. The very one she had obtained from her fight with Mercer. Though it had wounded, the scar will never disappear. It was the only imperfection on her skin and it was beautiful.

He let the rest of the bandage dangle and land in his lap. His arms wrapped around her waste, pulling her back into him without causing her pain. Kyra had her words loaded and ready to shoot then she felt a warmth on her back.

His lips trailed every inch of the scar from top to bottom, each one just as passionate, if not more, from the last. Then he trailed higher and higher until he came to the crook of her neck.

" You're beautiful, lass." He mumbled in between his kisses. Kyra felt her body tremble. She had thought he was done but boy was she wrong.

The warmth of his lips traveled up her neck, leaving her speechless. She should have been fighting. Kicking, punching, scratching, something. But instead she found herself sitting there, leaning back into his warmth. It was because she was still weak from the wound. Yes, that was why.

Brynjolf soon found her ear. Kyra let out a gasp as he gently bit her ear lobe, giving her goose bumps. She softly called out his name in attempt to ask him to stop when instead it sounded more like a plea. But he wasn't one to stay in one place.

He moved back down her neck and to her shoulder. Feeling her curves under his mouth, hearing her heart pound, it all drove him insane. If he didn't stop soon-

" Excuse me! I just came to check to see if the lady was alright!"
Kyra felt him growl. He recognized that voice anywhere. Why did the inn owner have to knock on their door now?

" Yes, she's fine. We will be down later for dinner." He called back.

" Let me know if you need anything."

They both sat there listening to the sound of the footprints slowly die off. Brynjolf finished tying the bandage completely then place the rest back into the bag.

" I'll go get us some dinner. Stay here and get more rest until I get back."
Kyra nodded, not being able to trust herself to speak. Once the door closed she felt her shoulders fall and ran a hand through her hair. This couldn't be happening . . . it couldn't be happening.