~ With Me, Into The Dark ~
Barty Jr has very minor injuries from his latest mission, which would heal on their own with no trouble, but likes having an excuse to visit the pretty healer...
When he arrives at the infirmary, however, he finds that the object of his affection is in no mood to deal with him as she is quite obviously exhausted after cleaning up the damage done to the rest of the group who had returned earlier that evening.
"You've got... blood..." he says, awkwardly gesturing toward his own neck to indicate the location.
"I know," Azalais replies tiredly, making no move to do anything about it. Barty continues to stare at the healer and she adds belatedly, "It's Lilith's."
Barty nods and says, "Yeah. Sorry about that."
Suppressing the urge to sigh, Azalais closes her eyes and brings one hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. She can feel a stress-headache coming on.
"It's not your fault that she goes into battle with no regard for her own life," she says.
The healer lets her hand drop to her side and opens her eyes to find the young wizard regarding her oddly.
"I don't think it's entirely how you seem to think it is," he says slowly, stepping closer to the witch as he speaks. "She wasn't just... fighting recklessly for no reason. Lilith was shielding the other members of the team when she was injured today."
"Including you," Azalais says, allowing her eyes to fall shut again.
"Including me," Barty confirms.
If she is startled by his sudden closeness, she does not show it.
"I joined the Death Eaters to look after her, you know," she whispers.
"But who's looking after you?" he whispers back, and she can feel his breath hot on her skin.
She does not protest as he begins to lap the blood from her flesh.
~end of scene~