Let me sleep. Let me dream.

[Kyle Aodhagán †]

Kyle chuckled quietly as the tiny child clung to two fingers on each hand; wobbling her way on chubby little legs toward her beautiful and smiling mother on the opposite side of the room.
Lillie’s blue eyes were twinkling with happiness and pleasure, one dainty hand perched on the swollen width of her belly, the other outstretched to the female child that toddled toward her.“She becomes steadier with each step.” The shifter beamed proudly, glancing up at his pregnant wife as he guided their daughter across the space. “I believe she has your pluck, my love…as well as your bladder control. The little one has made wet her diaper, once again.”

And with that the dragon let loose a thunderous laughter; so blissful was he in their little home, surrounded by the wealth of his family. His fair wife was with child again, and their daughter was healthy and safe within the confines of their hide-away.
His eyes rose once to the window, and the smile faded a little when the ash outside fell heavy as snow and the glow of the pyres that had consumed the city made a faint orange light on the sill.
It didn’t matter. The world and the war outside didn’t exist as long as he could stay locked away in here with the only thing that mattered to him.

The ones he loved.

A long time ago the dragon had lost all concern for the world which he had made his home, only going through the motions of eradicating those that threatened it as something to bide his time.
Now that he had found his mate, nothing else mattered to him. Not the witch; not the dark fae, not even revenge; only her and their children.

Kyle felt a surge of pain in his lower extremities and winced, staggering a little on heavy feet before regaining his balance lest he teeter over on their child.
From across the room Lille sighed and rubbed her swollen stomach, shaking her head sadly as she settled back into the big recliner.

Kyle furrowed his brows and paused, scooping the babe up into his arms.
“What troubles you, female? Tell me so that I may make it right.” He begged of her, but again, the pain set fire to his legs and then the flames rose to his back and shoulders.

Again, Lillie sighed and lifted her hand to gesture to the window.

“We can’t stay here, Kyle… hidden away while the world smolders around us. Soon the fire will encroach on our home and we will burn with it.” The woman shook her head and sadness flooded her azure depths. “You have to wake up Kyle. I know it hurts, but you have to wake up…”

The dragon’s face wrinkled in confusion. He groaned and stumbled forward, dropping the babe into the woman’s lap and going down on his hands and knees, gasping in misery.
“No, Lillie. No. This is where I belong.”

But his stormy eyes widened and he looked down; watching as the flames crawled up his limbs; burning away the tissue so he was nothing but bone.
He was screaming in agony, as well as the loss of the life he dreamed of, and it began to fade away like ash in the breeze…

“Noooo!” Kyle shot upright. His body, though mended while he’d slept for nearly four days, was still badly burned and torn. He looked around at his surroundings, unable to focus on what should have been the familiar confines of Lillie’s little gallery apartment; where they’d taken him after the dark mage’s ball of fire had seared him.

[Lillie Galleau]

For days, Lillie had sat next to the shifter’s bedside, holding his hand. How long had it been…four, now? Four days, since they’d crash landed on a deserted highway and Kyle had passed out from his horrible wounds. Four days and nights, since she’d seen those beautiful azure eyes, or heard his grumbly brogue…felt his touch, or watched that manly swagger as he came towards her. Four long, long days.

When Ilani had appeared, she’d carted them all off to The Pit; housing the wounded shifter and the two emotionally scarred humans in her apartment. A discrete doctor had been called in; a small, soft spoken woman who reminded Lillie of the physician who had cared for her, in the quiet confines of Kyle’s plantation house. The wounds on the shifter’s body had been deep and brutal, and it had taken hours before the doctor had declared him bandaged enough. The hours after that were spent wondering if he would succumb to his injuries, and even Ilani had quietly told her friend to expect the worst…but the prophet knew better.

Kyle had promised that he wouldn’t leave her and their daughter, hadn’t he? It was so easy to cling to the memory of the love on his face when he’d made the oath, his calloused hand rubbing small circles into her belly. He would fight to come back to them; she knew it in her heart.

Now, if only he would do so soon.

“Lillie, honey, don’t you think you should get some rest?” Ilani’s voice came from the doorway, interrupting her thoughts.

Lillie didn’t bother turning around, and shifted slightly where she sat. After the doctor had declared Kyle would be alright to move, she’d insisted that he be taken to her townhouse. The place had a few bad memories in the parlor, but she wanted him to awaken somewhere quiet and peaceful. She loved her friend to pieces, especially after all the help she’d given them…but she doubted that the first thing her mate wanted to hear when he awoke, was someone screaming about getting wasted, as was the normal demand from the bar downstairs from Ilani’s apartment. So, with her family’s help, she’d had him moved to her bedroom.

“Don’t ignore me, woman,” The psychic went on, stomping forward to glare down at her. “You’ve hardly slept two hours in the past couple days, and I saw what you did with that sandwich that Pat made you. Do you want me to have Tommy stay in here with you again, to make sure you eat?”

She cringed, clutching Kyle’s hand a bit tighter at the thought. Her brothers had been relentless in making sure that she was taking care of herself, while waiting for her warrior to awaken. But she just couldn’t make herself do anything but stay by his side…even if she had more than herself to worry about, now. She was being selfish; putting her and their child at risk…but she just couldn’t leave his side. She couldn’t stop watching him, tense and expecting those shallow breaths to stop.

God, if he died…no, she thought vehemently. He can’t die. He’d promised her that he wouldn’t leave them…

Two fingers snapped in front of her face, and Lillie yelped. A frown was on Ilani’s face as she glared down at her friend, and without any ounce of gentleness, she practically shoved a pretzel stick into the prophet’s face. “Eat it, or I WILL beat your ass and tell on you, Lillian.”

With a grumble, Lillie complied, slowly munching on the salty confection. Every bite tasted so bland, she thought numbly. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the edge of the bed and lay her cheek on his forearm. Soft footsteps sounded beside her, as Ilani took her leave.

“Wake up, my darling,” She murmured, unaware of the dialogue in his dream. She let the pretzel drop onto the bed, as she absently traced small circles around the scabbed knuckles of his hand. “You have to wake up, Kyle. Please…”

And damn, did the big man wake up!

The dragon reared up with a yell, and Lillie followed suit; jerking upright with a surprised cry. For a second, all she could do was stare at the frightened visage of her fiancé, her heart leaping with a mixture of joy and relief.

“God, Kyle!” She immediately slid an arm around him, trying her best to keep him from darting from the bed. “Kyle, baby, it’s alright. You’re alright. You’re hurt, baby, so don’t move. Lie back for me, okay? You’re alright.” She continued to murmur the words, as tears poured down her cheeks. Thundering footsteps announced the arrival of her brothers and Ilani, but she only had eyes for the shifter.

[Kyle Aodhagán †]

As soon as the massive shifter heard the seraphic voice of his woman, the haze begun to clear and he realized he was not in that obscure dream world with fires raging outside the window, but in a place warm and familiar; a place he’d only seen once before. Blinking back the moisture that had gathered in those unfathomable azure eyes, the dragon ignored the painful surges that were moving through his body and sat up as much as he could, grasping the tiny female and pulling her against him as if he was afraid she too were a dream he would wake from.

It had felt so safe there, with his mate and their children; one toddling along and one growing within. What he wouldn’t have given to been able to hide away with them forever; surrounded by only happiness and love instead of the dangers that stalked this world and the Other world like a devious assassin.
The witch was liberated from her prison of that nether realm, as were the dark, lethal dragons that still served her, and now she had another collaborator; one that seemed just as power and blood-thirsty as she.

The world was in grave peril...

“Lillie…” He murmured huskily; the raw emotion he felt apparent not only in the usually stoic voice that was on the verge of cracking, but the way he held onto her for dear life and the utter relief that radiated off his large body.
He stayed like that, just holding her; alternating a rain of kisses across the crown of her head and her virtuous face. Diamonds were falling from the Prophet’s eyes as well, and he wasted no time lifting a hand to brush them away before leaving a trail of feather kisses where the tears had washed out the creamy skin of her cheek.

And then everything went dark for a moment, and the images of the night with Fear and the Mage played back like a ghastly horror movie across his unblinking, unseeing eyes.
Kyle gasped, seeing the body of his lover thrown away from him as he landed on the pavement. The shifter shook his head to clear the gruesome images and pulled slightly away from the female in order to look her over fully.
His hands moved down her lithe frame, pushing away her clothes so he could make sure she wasn’t wounded before gently shifting her so he could look upon her slightly swollen belly. When he found her eyes again it was with an intense, vexed expression.

“Lillie…are you hurt in any way?” Kyle’s brogue was grim as his cobalt eyes darted from her angelic face to the width of her stomach and he slid his hand down to rest there; where his child should have been sleeping safe and sound. “Please tell me our baby is aright…” His gaze was penetrating; pleading for the only answer that would make everything okay.

[Lillie Galleau]

Thank you, God, Lillie thought, choking back a sob as she watched a myriad of emotions cross over her man’s face. He was awake and he was hurting…but he was awake. AWAKE! Her brothers had been walking on eggshells around her, Ilani was being uncharacteristically nice, and even the doctor had given her the ‘prepare yourself’ speech. None of them had thought that Kyle would wake up…and for a minute there, she’d almost believed it herself.

There was no life, without him. There was no joy, no peace, without him at her side. She’d grown so used to his steady presence in such a short amount of time, that she couldn’t help the selfishness from ruling her every thought. She had a child to think about, someone else to live for…but she truthfully wasn’t certain she could do it, without him.

But he’d come back to her, hadn’t he? Her love, her mate, had come back to her.

She didn’t stop herself from crying when he suddenly reached out and hauled her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, careful not to press up against his wounded side, and buried her face in the dip of his shoulder. She curled herself into him, holding him close enough to crack a few un-tainted ribs…but she just couldn’t help herself. She needed to feel him breathe; listen to the rumble of his voice through the barrier of his chest as he spoke.

He was alive. Thank you, Whoever was up there…he was alive.

She sighed in contentment as his lips ghosted over her cheeks, catching them in a gentle kiss while she ran her hands up and down in back soothingly. When he started tugging at her clothes, she happily let him, a warmth spreading through her chest as he pressed a palm to her belly. With a slightly watery smile, she caressed his cheek, the strong line of his jaw with her thumb.

“I’m fine, and so is the baby. Ilani and my brothers have been taking care of us, while you were…” She choked on the words for a second, before clearing her throat and continuing, her voice a bit strained. “Unconscious. It’s been four days since…that night.”

She stiffened a bit at the memory, leaning forward so she could rest her forehead against his. It didn’t matter; none of it did, because he was with her again.

“Gah, seriously? She’s in his bed, for chrissakes…fuck, Tommy, I told you we should’ve brought in the cot!”

Lillie sighed as Pat’s voice sounded behind them. She turned to glare at the gathered people over her shoulder, and with a roll of his eyes and a martyred sigh, her brother visibly girded his loins and pasted a friendly- and slightly frightening- smile on his face.

“I mean, it’s good to see you’re awake, Kyle. How’re you feeling?”

The others followed suit, and Ilani moved forward, a wide grin on her face. “Hey, Doobie…or should I say ‘Sleeping Beauty?’ How’re you feeling? Maybe you could get your stubborn mate to eat something, now that you’re back in the land of the living.”

[Kyle Aodhagán †]

Four days. Four long days since he’d been able to hold her, or kiss her, or gently lay his head across her belly so he could whisper to their unborn child. The mere thought of it was more horrible than even the wounds that seeped and stung and had nearly taken him away from her. The realization that he might have lost Lillie during that god forsaken sleep made him wind his arms around her more tightly; for the loss of his Prophet would have been a punishment far worse than death. The shifter meant to make up for every minute that he’d spend sleeping; for every single moment that she’d been quietly weeping for him. He ignored the voices that had encroached on their privacy and let his eyes slide closed as the light pressure of her forehead against his own soothed a deep ache within. Kyle lifted his hand and tilted her face so that he could find her lips with his, inhaling deeply through his nose as he consumed her with that one, tender mouthy embrace.

It was a remedy far better than time or sleep; the presence of his woman forced his wounds to mend themselves just a little faster and the dragon could feel his strength and resolve come back to him on a wave of respite and comfort in her arms.

Finally, when he had found he had to release her lips in order to breathe, it was only then did Kyle pay heed to the family gathered around their bed.
He nodded a solemn greeting to them all, unable to force even the tiniest smile, but his eyes gave away his gratitude to the wild child psychic that had apparently been shining light.
“You have earned my gratitude, Ilani…as have you all.” The stoic shifter confessed, but his eyes stayed on the delicate flower in his arms. “For watching over my female and child, as well as the stubborn man that loves her.”

He let his eyes shift upwards toward the gathered, still somber in expression, though he coaxed the corner of his lip up in an awkward whisper of a smile that would have drawn horrified gasps from those that had never before witnessed the dragon’s gauche human displays of normal sentiment.
“I am feeling more myself by the minute.” Kyle answered the inquiry asked by several, shifting so that he could rest Lillie back on the bed in order to stand, albeit it painfully. Thankfully the sheets that had wound around him during fitful slumber now clung to his waist in order to hide his lack of attire.
“She will dine from mine own fingers, if that’s what it takes.” He continued, and once again looked to his woman with love, “And then there is need for much preparation, for my days latent have given our enemy time enough to gather more hordes and the war bears upon us like the winter snow; inescapable."

The shifter groaned and pitched forward, nearly loosing his balance until he grabbed hold of the headboard. He couldn’t waste time on pain or healing, not when the witch and mage were out there…

“Has there been any word, or attack?” He addressed his question to Lillie and then to Lani with the transfer of his intense azure gaze; wholly unconcerned with the state of awareness that the brothers had toward the supernatural war.

[Lillie Galleau]

((Ah, gah...that's a nice picture. -drools- Just a random question; were you being metaphorical with saying that her nearness makes him heal faster, or was it literal? We should have 'em do a Kenyon booond. -wiggles-
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With a low groan in the back of her throat, Lillie leaned into his kiss and tenderly cupped his cheeks. She poured all of her emotion into that sweet contact; all of the fear, the anxiety and now the blissful relief of his awakening. Her hands ghosted over his shoulders and chest, lingering on the soft fabric of the bandage at his side. She’d come so close to losing him…too damn close. What if the next time, he was alone; bleeding on that empty expanse of highway without anyone to call for help? She shivered at the thought, holding him tighter.

She wanted to yell at him, she thought suddenly, as he broke the kiss. Despite the others behind her, she stayed where she was; scooting to the side so she could sit next to him. It was in his nature to fight his battles alone; she’d seen evidence in that in the paintings she’d done of his past. But, even though she could understand what kind of crazy trust issues he must have, after going through what he’d had to…oh, she wanted to threaten his life!

She wanted to poke him in that toned, really freakishly sexy chest and inform him that he was getting a ‘war buddy.’ Someone from the Council, another dragon shifter…hell, one of Ilani’s ghosts; anyone to save him from having to fight alone. If she lost him…

Her hand stole down to her belly as she clenched her teeth against the thought, Kyle had lived this time, but what about the next? Destiny was a cold hearted bitch who played her cards way to darn close to her chest. Why couldn’t she dream about something useful, for a chance? Forget the big, scary monsters that Kyle was so concerned about; give her a dream about HIM.

“Watching over her and your WHAT?!” Pat’s voice screeching voice cut through her thoughts and Lillie cringed.

Leaning sideways a bit, she grimaced with a whispered, “Yeah, um…I didn’t exactly tell them about the baby yet, sweetie.” Pat had begun twitching, obviously in shock, while the others shouted over her with happiness. Only Ilani looked strangely calm, and when the prophet met her gaze, she merely shrugged.

“What?” She said, multicolored hair gleaming in the morning sunlight. “I live with nosy ghosts; I know everything. Unfortunately.”

Tommy and Nick dragged an ashen, muttering Pat out of the room. Lillie couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. The poor man really hated to think of his little sister as anything other than a pure, ‘unsullied’ nun-figure. He was probably more freaked out than SHE was! Another giggle escaped her. Hopefully, she would be wrong for once and their baby would be a boy, she thought with a wry smile. Pat and Kyle might have something to bond over after all:
the murder and burial of future ex-boyfriends.

A moment later, she was glad of their departure, as Kyle began asking about the witch. Her family knew that someone from his past had it in for him, but she’d left out the details for a calmer conversation.

Lillie squeaked in surprise when Kyle rose from the bed and scurried to her feet. Still watching impassively from the foot of the bed, Ilani crossed her arms over her chest. Obviously, someone wasn’t interested in the fact that the shifter might fall flat on his face! ARGH!

“If you mean, ‘has the homicidal bitch that wants your head’- sorry, Lil- ‘on a platter,” The psychic said. “the answer is no. As far as we can tell, the attack four days ago was an isolated incident. The boys on the Council have covered it up as best as they can, but we’ve still had to wrangle up a bunch of weird monsters from other worlds. My best guess is that she’s in hiding, waiting for you. But—“

Lillie cried out when he stumbled forward, only half listening to Ilani speak. Cutting her friend off with a growl, she hurried around the bed until she could stand next to Kyle, ready to catch him if his legs gave out again.
“Sit down, you stubborn man!” She sputtered. “If you run around in this condition, you’ll be killed! I think the witch can wait a few more days to get her head chopped off, don’t you? Sit. Sit!”

Practically stomping her foot, the tiny prophet tilted her head up to give him her fiercest stare. It was probably on the lines of a Chihuahua barking at a German Sheppard, but her nerves were on Red Alert. Sue her.

[Kyle Aodhagán †]

(( I was meaning it metaphorically, but I like your way of thinking better <3 Kenyon bond works for me! ))



The dragon grimaced sheepishly at his mistake, pressing his lips together tightly as he watched Lillie’s family drag a babbling, white-faced Pat out of the room. He had forgotten that they’d yet to share the news of their approaching arrival before that dark night had stolen their excitement, but he had more vital things to worry about than her siblings shock. The realization that the sorceress had possessed four whole days to gather her ominous army and formulate a plan…the awareness that Sephira knew of his location…the comprehension that the evil female knew about Lillie now, and had distinguished that she was a fragile human.

Kyle knew the witch would use his weakness; his love, against him in order to win this battle. She had seen how the loss of his wife had broken him before, and she would stop at nothing to steal that light from his eyes once again.
It wasn’t going to happen. The shifter would throw himself upon her blade before he would allow the witch to take Lillie and his child’s life. And he would take her to hell with him…

Lillie’s little outburst shocked the dragon more than even the sight of seeing his eternal foe again, and his mouth went slack as he obediently lowered himself to the bed while his cobalt eyes softened in adoration. His pregnant mate was a fiercer rival than the most frightening of monsters, and despite the dire circumstances, his lip quirked up into the murmur of a smile.
A tangible heat radiated from the petite woman; working its way around his body like a thick haze until it was absorbed by his tawny skin. Possessiveness lit a fire from within him, and like the same warmth that had emitted from the prophet, he could feel it escaping his essence like a corporeal fog that wrapped around his female as well. This bond could not be broken. It was eternal.

Grasping her hand Kyle gently tugged the woman down so that she straddled his lap, and then he snaked a protective arm around her waist as he shifted his azure gaze back and forth in her sky blue one. “These physical wounds are naught compared to the ache in my heart that the thought of you or our child in danger causes me…” He spoke soothingly to her in that familiar growling burr, reaching up to press his warm palm against her porcelain cheek.
And though said wounds throbbed intensely, he could feel the rips in his skin mending themselves, as if their proximity were a stronger medicine than sleep or time. Slowly, and with a quiet wince, he moved his hand from her cheek to pull down the crimson stained bandage that was wrapped around his side and his eyes beseeched Lillie to see how the injury was healing itself right before their eyes.

“Look upon them, wife.” Kyle used the term despite their lack of the modern day exchange of vows; for he knew in his heart she was the one he had always loved, no matter the moment in time or difference of appearance. “You are all the cure I need. With you, I cannot be killed.” The dragon inhaled deeply, taking in the perfume of their indestructible bond; which smelled a little like moist soil and a lot like her namesake, the flower. Regardless of his pain and the fact that Lani was still standing there, Kyle’s body turned to stone and he slanted his mouth over hers in an ardent, hungry kiss. The electricity fairly flickered off them as he proceeded to devour her lips and tongue, pushing his granite middle against her velvet.

It took Lani’s not-so-subtle throat clearing to bring the dragon back from his sudden desirous intentions, and he pulled away with a sheepish expression that looked out of place on the usually expressionless shifter.

“Apologies, Ilani.” A boyish grin spread over her face before he glanced back to his mate. “I can not help what she does to me…” He tilted his head and met Lillie’s eyes. “If I were so wounded, would this be possible” And with that came another gentle thrust to make his point.
A throaty laughter escaped from the dragon as he willed his body to calm and his pulse to slow and in another show of his returning strength, Kyle lifted Lillie into his arms and stood.
“There will be plenty of time for rest after I remove the witch’s head.” He told the Prophet and then set her down and rewrapped his bandages. “I confess I am not ready for the fight yet, but that doesn’t mean I cannot return to the Council to prepare a plan of attack.”

(( I hope my having Lani clear her throat wasn't stepping to hard on your toes. If it is, I can edit that bit out...))

[Lillie Galleau]

Whoof, talk about some really random bouts of anger making a girl light headed. She wasn’t used to being so…forceful and the degree of her irritation surprised her. Who the heck was the woman stomping her foot at the large, formidable shifter? Forget the Chihuahua; she was like a China plate telling the bull to cease and desist or else! But seeing her mate stumble; feeling the pain that stole through him, as if she were feeling it himself…something inside her just snapped. Possessiveness, protectiveness…heck, FIRE roared through her brain, and for a split second, she was prepared the knock the poor man out, if it meant getting him back into bed to rest.

It had to be the hormones…it had to be. She really wasn’t so crazy-protective; that was saved for her older brothers. Speaking of which; Pat’s voice practically echoed through the house, as he kept on asking the others if he’d gone temporarily insane in the bedroom and heard something akin to ‘his sister was pregnant.’ That took some of the steam out of her ears, as well as seeing that familiar smile on the dragon’s face.

Oh, thank God, he was truly alright. Forget all the talking and the intelligent thoughts going on in that wonderful head. That smile; that look of amusement and surprise that he seemed to get on his face whenever he looked at her, THAT had her relaxing ever so slightly and threatening her eyeballs not to water. He was going to be alright. Thank you, God, he was going to be alright.

And, or so she found out a few minutes later, he was going to get there really fast. Wow, hello, someone was definitely happy to see her after four days.

With a surprised ‘eep,’ Lillie found herself being drawn down onto the shifter’s lap. Instinctively, she allowed herself to be positioned; letting her knees fall to either side of his hips. The insistent presence beneath her made her gasp, then choke on a moan, and her hands gripped his forearms for balance. Had she just been worried about something before? Had she been angry? A fog seemed to take up residence in her brain, and with another little gasp, she couldn’t help but settle more firmly down onto him, rocking herself against the hardness below. He thrust, ever so lightly, and God help her, but her eyes crossed and the world became sunshine and cotton candy. She had to practically yell at her brain to concentrate on what he was saying, and it was with a breathy voice that she replied.

”You can protect us if you're well, Kyle," She managed to say. "And you won't be well if you push yourself too hard. So just do it for me, okay? Just...stay in bed until you're at full strength."

The words died in her throat when she looked down and saw the angry wound at his side. It was indeed closing, healing faster than any normal person could...but the sight of the torn flesh and the memory of holding his unconcious form in her arms had her stiffening against him. She'd been so close to losing him that night; she just knew it. If it hadn't been for that eureka moment and the ghosts around the highway, he would have bled out in her arms. The thought had her sitting on him more firmly- her eyes crossed once again and she nearly swallowed her tongue when he moved beneath her...the guy just had to choose THAT moment to prove a point- as if her body could stop him from getting up again.

Ilani was making sure that she found a spot on the ceiling quite fascinating, arms crossed over her chest and a smile on her face. Man, but they reminded her of herself and Derek, she thought, clamping her jaw shut to stop from laughing. It was just a tad disturbing to see the normally stoic dragon doing...eh...that with his hips, but she was so damn happy for the both of them. They deserved to be happy.

It was obvious that Lillie was not a happy camper when she was removed from her mate's lap, but she contented herself with trying to calm her own nerves. How she wanted to yank him down by the sheet around his waist and have her naughty way with him...gah, but he was probably still too weak. Or was he? With a growl, she told her Inner Slut to stop talking and wait for later.

"The others have been pow-wowing for the past few days, ever since the situation down town," Ilani informed the dragon, relieved to be able to look at him again. "Rumor has it that the entire Shifter council is getting ready for war. And despite what Montegue says, the Human Council is with them."

Lillie breathed a sigh of relief at the new information. She let her fingers trail across Kyle's arm as she looked up at him, a small smile on her face. "Looks like you won't be fighting alone anymore, hun. Maybe that Council of yours isn't too bad after all."

Ilani just snorted and moved toward the door with a wave. "I'm gonna pretend I never heard that, given that I AM on the Council. I'll give you two some time to talk and make sure Pat doesn't have an aneurysm. Glad to see you're awake, Kyle. Come on down when y'all are ready; I'll go have the boys bring in some take out." With that, the psychic shut the door firmly behind her.

And the prophet, for all of her 'he's alright's' practically plastered herself to her mate's un-wounded side. Then, quite suddenly, she pulled back and gently socked his shoulder, then leaned forward to kiss away the sting.
"Don't EVER do that again, Kyle Aodhagan," She said, voice slightly muffled by his shoulder. "You scared the life out of me. If anything, that witch is going to die by MY hands, for hurting you..."
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((It was fine, boo! Feel free to move my peeps around; I trust you. But as for what we should do next? Maybe we should move to a Council meeting at some point...or bleh, something? Hehe, just spitballing at the mo. XD ))