#healerpath

Sharply pointed ears flicked at the sound of him getting into the water. Good. Several bottles in hand Nayeli was again at the side of basin kneeling and placing the bottles within reach. “The water is warm enough, I hope.” As she spoke Nayeli stood and very carefully begun to step into tub to join him. Caution has a slender hand held out for him to take. “So I do not step on you.”

He rolled his eyes, yet the corners of his lips curled when she murmured. He had woken up before her and he was already ready to go to the infirmary, but she still had to get up herself. And as it seemed, she had to hurry up about it.

The Ambassador had come to her quarters and just as he heard her steps on the stairs, he threw the duvet over the elf’s body and reached the top of the stairs to meet her. He sent her off immediately, telling her that he would take care of it and have Nayeli sent to the War Room in no time.

But it wasn’t that easy to do. He laid down next to her and pulled her closer by the waist. He planted a kiss on her shoulder and buried his face in her hair murmuring in response.

When his contact sent word, he made sure that no other patients would remain at his clinic upon her arrival. He was a questionable sight on his own, the appearance of a Tal-Vashoth would make people talk, attract attention to his person. It was the last thing he wanted.

And so, he waited, until his friend pulled the curtain, followed by a very tall woman, even taller than he expected. He nodded and his friend walked out of the tent.