Waking with a start he began to look around the room, his skin dealt like ice due to his sweat in the morning air, his fists ached, his eyes in constant motion until they finally came to rest on her, lying in the bed across the room.
Watching her chest rise and fall with a long rhythmic motion, he began to relax, taking in his surroundings. The fire had gotten low in the hearth, the window open to let the autumn air in. It had a crisp feel to it and smelled lightly of cook fires. His head had begun to clear he remembered them stopping here last night, it was the end of the job guarding the caravan so there was no point in moving on that night. Especially since she had wanted a warm bath and a soft bed. Over the past few months she had surprised him at how quickly she took to the mercenary life, her skills in combat had awed him on more than one occasion. This life suited her well it seemed, until those moments she reminded him with her actions and words she was still a beautiful woman, high born, and used to to the finer things in life.
To this day she couldn’t understand why he couldn’t sleep in a bed, especially not hers. There was a lot she didn’t understand or remember, most of all that night the beast had marked them both.
His cheek burned still even with the cool air, as he stood and stretched his aches away, finally letting his hands relax, the sharp sound of steel on stone rang almost deafening in the silence of the room, without realizing it he had been clutching his fighting knives, but the sound of them hitting the floor isn’t what made him dive for the corner, but the barely audible swishing of her blankets. In the heartbeat that followed a knife was buried half way up the blade in the chair he had been in front of, where his chest would have been.
"Easy girl, easy it’s just us. Breathe slow and think a moment, you know where we are, breathe." He spoke slowly and softly as you would a child, it would only be a moment till she fully woke, but till then caution was a wise course to follow.
“I’m good now, Wynd. I’m sorry, you startled me, your not mad at me, why aren’t you looking at me?” As the questions ended she finally took an inward breath and realized she hadn’t given him the chance to answer and if she didn’t cover up she would soon be blushing through to her toes. “Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t realize I was, how much did I drink, oh shut your damn eyes and give me a shirt!” She really was beautiful. Even with her light olive skin tone the blush was obvious, so very beautiful, his Azhara Rose. Named for the most radiant and deadly desert flowers. Not her birth name, but hers all the same for he had given it to her because it was what she was to him. Wonderful to look at it, breathtaking to behold, and deadly if held to long.