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His folded tail trailed down her spine, and then, there was a flick, and cool air hit her damp skin.
She winced. “I am going to have to pay for that.”
“It’s off.” He smirked and shrugged.
He knelt and towelled her damp skin that wasn’t back to healthy tones yet. She braced her hands on his shoulders. When he stood, she flailed for the wall, and he caught her.
She muttered, “This sucks.”
“I know, but if my mother hadn’t screamed, I would have still thought you had time. Why did you move?”
“I didn’t want to die in bed.” She looked at him calmly, the extra spectrums making him glow.
Riithan let out a slow and controlled exhalation. “Right.”
He picked her up, took a few steps, and got the hanger, putting it on the towel rack. He got the panties, set her on her feet, and braced one of her hands against the door.
He lifted each of her feet and then slid the bit of fabric up and over her hips. “This feels wrong.”
She chuckled. “Putting clothing on someone?”
“Putting clothing on you. My beast is sitting in a corner, confused as hell.”
“Oh, he thought when the gown came off that he would be on?”
He smiled as he sorted the bra out. “Something like that.”
She helped him get the bra settled, and then, he opened the dress closure and had her step into it. She got her arms into the dress, and he sealed the closure, kissing the mark at the base of her neck. She nearly dropped. His arm around her waist caught her and held her up.
“How are your feet?”
“Flippers. They are getting better, but I can’t really feel anything from heel to toe.”
He chuckled. “Yay. I get to carry you.”
“Yay? That isn’t very protocol-like.”
He smiled and carefully lifted her in his arms. “Now we need to get some fluids into you and not the fun ones.”
Her body tried to blush, but she was cold and couldn’t manage it.
His mother looked at her. “You couldn’t dry her hair?”
He smiled. “She needs to get something to drink, possibly eat, and we will be outside, so the sun will dry it.”
She snorted. “Bring a brush.”
Ylara pointed at the bedside table, and he got the small brush out of the drawer and carried her downstairs, where there were a lot of tense people who breathed sighs of relief when she waved weakly.
She recognized everyone except for the darkly bronzed man with dark green eyes.
“Your Majesty. I see you have met most of my family.”
Salat grinned, and the older man raised his brows.
“You claim all these as your blood?”
“Blood doesn’t make a family. Caring makes a family.” She looked at Salat with two babies in his arms, and Khytten had the other one. “Occasionally, babies boost a family, but it is there before they are.”
