[Oh,] Puffball's voice suddenly chimed in Faelyn's head. [Oh no. Oh this is bad. This is VERY bad.]
'Puffball?' Faelyn thought distantly. 'You're back?'
[Yes I'm back and WOW your arousal levels just spiked. Like, dangerously high. What are you—oh no. OH NO. The bond sickness. It's accelerated because of the energy depletion and—]
But Faelyn wasn't listening.
She was staring at Roshan.
At his face.
His mouth.
She felt... warm. No, hot. Burning from the inside out despite the shivers wracking her body.
And there was this pull.
This desperate, aching NEED centered in her chest that demanded she close the distance between them.
Touch him.
Taste him.
Make this terrible empty feeling go away.
She shifted forward on the platform, movements fluid despite her wounds.
Roshan took an immediate step back.
