He could feel the flow of Yin energy pouring into him, not violently, but in a rhythmic harmony. It was gentle, potent, and beautifully rich. It danced through his meridians like a song, soothing the frayed edges of his spiritual core. The battle had weakened him terribly, but what he now absorbed from Lira was not only helping him recover, it was restoring him in ways even potions could not.
Lira's hands clutched softly at his back, her nails dragging lightly along his skin. There was no fear, no hesitation, just trust. She had given herself to him completely, and in doing so, she'd offered him more than just her body. Her Qi resonated with his own, syncing like two celestial forces recognizing each other.
