Chapter 73 A Touch That Heals More Than Magic

• After Aelries finally calmed down, she still refused to move, resting quietly atop Mixarnt’s chest, sniffling occasionally but no longer sobbing like a baby. Her fingers gently clutched at his shirt, her ear pressed to the slow and steady beat of his heart.
• Mixarnt blinked, looking down at the mess of silver hair spread over him like a soft blanket. “Uh… so… want to, you know… get off me?” he asked, his voice hoarse and his muscles still too stiff to shift even a little.
• “No,” Aelries replied flatly, eyes closed as she buried her cheek into his chest.