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          "alt": "\"How do you fare this evening, ser knight?\" Gisele asked him, as she leaned against the wall beside his spear, smiling down upon him.\n\"Well enough,\" Estinien muttered, untying the straps of his bedroll.\n\"Might I join you?\"\nEstinien shrugged. \"Do as you like, my lady.\"\nIt was practically an open invitation, by Estinien Wyrmblood's standards. And so Gisele crossed the short distance between them, and sat beside him upon the heavy fleece blankets, smoothing out her skirts as she did, and as always it seemed her eyes drifted beneath the visor of his helmet to rest upon the generous curve of his mouth. Haurchefant once said Estinien bore a mouth made for wine and sin, and Gisele could not help but agree with her lover's rather apt assessment. But even through the dimness of the moonlight, Gisele could see there was somewhat amiss. Thick as were his lips, in that moment, they seemed swollen to her, fay beyond their customary luscious fullness.\n\"You were injured,\" she said softly. \"By the marksman.\"\nEstinien shook his head. \"Twas only a glancing blow.\nNaught with which to concern you-\"\n\"I am a healer, Estinien-and, more importantly, I am your friend. Of course I am concerned,\" Gisele said firmly. \"May I have a look?\"",
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          "alt": "Estinien grunted, sighing, then nodded, and beckoned her closer. Gisele rose up a little onto her knees, and crawled to him across the blankets, to sit beside him, basking in the warmth which radiated from his steel-encased body in soft waves--she relished it in truth, with the chill of the mountain night, but none so much as this closeness. She gazed up once more into his helm, and took a deep, steadying breath, willing the fluttering of her heart to cease-and in vain. From the moment she first beheld him, Gisele had longed to know his lovely mouth...but it was a healer's hand he required this night, and not that of an amorous lover, to her eternal chagrin. Would that the first time she would stroke those lips would be for aught else, but it was not so.\nStill, she could not help but that there was love in her touch, when she boldly reached up with hot fingers to gently probe his swollen flesh; Gisele was who she was, and could not hide her affection if she tried. But it appeared Estinien had spoken truthfully, and it seemed he was spared the worst of the shot, indeed suffering a glancing blow-but enough to graze the skin nonetheless, enough to split his lip as though he had mayhap brawled at some inn of ill repute or another, but not enough to seriously injure.\nThe thickness she had long admired in his lips had spared him worse injury, it would seem, as much as the Gnath's poor marksmanship. Gisele's fingers drifted across them nonetheless, seemingly of their own volition, and she felt her own lips parting as she did, her breath faltering a little despite herself. For even marred as they were by Gnath steel and stained with dried blood, she marveled at how unbelievably soft Estinien's lips were to the touch; soft as a woman's, even a newborn babe's, they were, and clearly well cared for, with not a hint of chapping or dullness.",
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          "alt": "\"Oh, Estinien...\" she murmured, and did not know whether it was in healer's concern or longing.\nMayhap both. She lowered her hand to her fiercely pounding heart, praying in vain that its frantic staccato would slow. This would not do, not at all.\n\"Your water skin, please?\"\nHe nodded, then stretched away from her to reach into his pack, pulling out the thick leather bladder.\nWhen he handed it to her, it seemed still filled with crisp mountain water from one of the myriad streams which ran through the wood, though Gisele noted it was considerably lighter than last she held it. She retrieved a soft scrap of cloth from a pouch upon her belt, and carefully poured out enough to lightly soak it through, before returning the skin to Estinien.\nCarefully, with exceeding gentleness, Gisele wiped the remnants of dried blood from Estinien's upper lip, where it had split from the Gnath's shrapnel, staining the pristine white linen with a faint spray of rusty crimson. To his credit, Estinien remained still and offered no complaint, permitting her to clean the wound as she would.\nAnd, when she finished, Gisele set the damp, stained cloth aside, and closed her eyes, bending her will upon the sigil fixed within her mind, mirrored upon a particular crystal which dangled from her bracelet: the divining deck, etched in gilt abstraction upon faintly glimmering sunstone. In the span between heartbeats, the crimson of the duelist was exchanged for the robes of the stargazer, and Gisele breathed deep, with great deliberation, reaching out with her senses to touch the very blanket of the shimmering heavens above them.",
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          "alt": "Like the Ewer which shone upon them, she made of herself a vessel, her arms tingling with aether as it drew down and down; she opened her eyes then, saw them glowing soft and silver in the reflection of Estinien's helm, and returned to his swollen lip the selfsame fingers she had used to cleanse the wound, breathlessly whispering the familiar incantation that had passed her own lips countless times. A benediction, offered up by the light of the stars;\nEstinien gasped, his breath hitching choked within his throat, and the starry aether flowed from Gisele's fingertips to set him gently luminous within it.\n\"As above, so below,\" Gisele whispered, reverting to Orlesian, as she so often did in weaving spells-and when she was overcome, drowning in the great depths of her heart.\nAnd, before her shining eyes did the angry violet bruise soften, lightening to the pale color of his flesh, the swelling contracted, Estinien's flesh mending itself beneath her featherlight strokes. Returned they were to their soft splendor, as beautiful as they had ever been.\nGisele spread her trembling hand, the one still resting on the blanket, until the palm sunk into the fleece to feel the hardness of earth beneath it.\nReturn, she thought silently. Return.\nAnd she did not need to see Estinien's eyes to know he beheld her with no small amount of awe, in that moment; the parting of those luscious lips was all the proof she needed, under the weight of his masked gaze. But her fingers rested, still, upon them, no matter that they were hale and whole once more.",
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