Third Person's POV
And seeing that her anger of being exposed in that forest slowly receded.
In its place bloomed a warmth she couldn't quite name.
She crossed her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, as her fingers brushed against the hard ridges of his muscles and felt the strength that had grown beneath her care.
He was her disciple and her pride and the one she had trained, protected, and nurtured from the time he was so small till now, though currently he had become something more, something beyond her understanding, yet still deeply hers.
A rush of familiar possessiveness rose within her, but she could feel that it was a bit different this time.
He had always belonged to her, but now she felt something else stirring beneath the surface.
An unfamiliar heat crept under her skin and tightened her breath as a desire so foreign and frightening rose within her and left her momentarily frozen.
