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Syzoth had gone back to Outworld earlier that day. Ashrah found that there was a small emptiness in her chest that coincided with his absence. Her mind often wandered to him in her moments alone.

What is he doing presently?

Did he enjoy his stay in Earthrealm this time?

Am I on his mind as often as he is on mine?

Ashrah had many things to keep her preoccupied. She was fighting for her absolution. She was a student, both of the way of the Shaolin and the way of Earthrealm. She was surprised, then, to realize that Syzoth occupied many of the gaps between those things. Her heart hammered in her chest whenever he was near. When their eyes met she was filled with dizzying exhileration.

It was earlier that day when he sat close by to watch her train, then volunteered to train with her. Their movements complimented one another. Having his full attention only invigorated her more during their spar. To her embarassment, her gracedul sequence was cut short when she stumbled forward. Syzoth was quick to catch her. His touch sent electricity throughout her body and her face warmed as he stared down at her, his eyes soft with concern. The moment had replayed itself in her mind all day.

Ashrash shifted off her back and onto her side, her arm draped over her waist. When she closed her eyes, she imagined the feeling of Syzoth's caress as he laid behind her, their bodies fitting together as though they were created for each other. His arm would hold her waist and he would bury his face in her hair as they slept, the only sound to interrupt the silence being his soft, sleepy sighs.

She readjusted her pillow, orienting it down the long way so that she could hug it while resting her head. She imagined laying beside Syzoth, his arm drawing her close as she laid her head on his chest. He would place kisses to her forehead and to the top of her head as she hugged his middle.

Ashrah sighed and adjusted her pillow once more, then shifted to lay on her stomach. She imagined laying on top of him, one of his arms securely holding her in place as their legs tangled under the covers. His fingers would comb through her hair. The sound of his heartbeat would be her lullaby.