Marcille was perfecting her spell. It was rare she had to practice spells anymore but with Falin not coming with them into the dungeon anymore.
Her healing– or to be more specific, her dark healing. The thing she had used to make Falin come back, and while it had backfired majorly back then, Falin was officially with them now. She even had human legs again!
Marcille didn’t want to think about how hard it was to get her legs back…But she would do it all over again for her wife.
Falin still had her draconic features, feathers all over her chest and sides, and some scales down her belly and on her neck.
Marcille shook her head, sighing a bit. Falin would never have died had she been quicker, she needed to stop spacing out like this.
“Marcie?” A too familiar voice rang out. Marcille nearly jumped out of her skin, the spell backfiring and popping in her face. “Marcille!”
Her face was covered in soot, how had a healing spell backfired so much it exploded with fire?
Falin dashed over and pulled the smaller woman away with the spell on the ground.
“Aughhhhh…” Marcille groaned, her head spinning in circles.
“Here, I’ve got you.” Falin said, picking up the tiny blonde. Marcilles head was beginning to pound, far too distracted to be able to swoon like she usually would. “Oh, that was a bad one, wasn’t it?”
Marcille would nod, but her head felt like it was swaying back and forth.
Falin laid her down on the bed, Marcille grunted a bit as the woman pulled away for what felt like a thousand years.
Colorful myodesopsia filled her vision, floating around the corners of her eyes as she felt bile rising in her throat.
She had to fling herself to the side to prevent swallowing down her sick. Falin had caught her as she heaved over the side of the bed. “Shhh, shh, here, let me get you a bucket.” Falin said, her voice echoey and distant while she replaced Marcilles body on the bed.
A chilly rag was placed on her forehead, which helped curb her nausea just a little. Falin returned a second later and set the bucket by the bed.
“Falin…” Marcille coughed, which turned into a dry heave.
“Shh, I’ve got you.” Falin said while Marcille leaned over the bed, still heaving. Falin pulled her hair back gently while she spat up bile.
“Sorry…” Marcille said, coughing a bit.
“I know, it's alright. I’m gonna make you some chicken broth and help get your mana back up, okay?” Falin said softly, pressing a kiss to Marcilles cheek.
“Love you.” Marcille bullied out of her mouth despite just how hot she was. Falin giggled.
“Love you too, Marcie.” Falin smiled and pulled away.
Marcilles body felt hot all over, yet so cold all the same. The tips of her fingers and toes were tingling slightly. Her entire body felt like it was submerged in water, floating peacefully yet worryingly.
Falin came back, forcing her to focus once again. Falin smiled softly.
“Looking a little woozy there…Think you can handle some soup?” Falin asked, pulling the rag off of her forehead. Marcille nodded.
Falin helped set Marcille upright, making her stomach roll uneasily.
“Say aaahh~” Falin giggled and held up the spoon, Marcille let her jaw fall open. Falin fed her the soup, the easy and salty flavor instantly making her feel better.
“Thanks…” Marcille muttered once she swallowed. Falin smiled and opened a package of crackers, dipping some in the broth and letting her chew on them.
“Of course, Marice.” She smiled, the small scales on her cheeks shining a bit with the movement. Marcille mindlessly lifted her hand up, resting it on Falins cheek and stroking her thumb across the smooth scales.
Falin giggled and leaned her hand into Marcilles hand.
“Sorry.” Marcille muttered, but didn’t pull her hand away. The rainbow myodesopsia had slowly began to fade while Falin continued to feed her the soup until she had the strength to hold the bowl and drink it until it was gone.
Marcille was still rather fatigued, laying back while Falin took the rag and soaked it in cold water, pressing it to Marcilles cheek and her neck.
“I love you…” Marcille mumbled quietly, Falin smiled and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
“I love you too.” Falin smiled. Marcille pouted.
“Not the lips?” She pursed her lips, Falin snorted.
“Brush your teeth first, okay?” Falin said, grabbing the empty bowl and crackers and leaving.
Marcille jumped up from the bed and dashed to the bathroom. She almost tripped and busted her head, but she didn't care—
She was gonna get that fucking kiss.