Brandon lay sprawled across the bed, his chest rising and falling with slow breaths.
His body ached everywhere because of the deep soreness that came with pushing his ether and muscles past their limits.
Naevora sat beside him on the bed, one leg folded under her and the other bent lazily at the knee.
Without a word, she pressed her fingers into his shoulders, kneading with care.
Brandon let out a low groan as her thumbs pressed into the knot of muscle under his shoulder blades.
"Ahh… damn, that's good," he muttered with half-closed eyes.
"You're… a lot gentler than I expected."
Naevora chuckled softly, her hands sliding lower across his back and her thumbs drew slow circles into the ridges of tense muscle.
"if I don't take care of you now, you'll be useless tomorrow."
He gave a faint laugh, then winced as her fingers dug deep into a sore spot near his ribs."Careful! That-ahh- hurts…"
