Remie scanned him for a moment, “Oh darling, don’t you worry. You can take your time, I won’t stop you,” she smirked. Shifting her legs, her smile only grew. “Perhaps I should come take a look though? Just to be….safe?”
He glanced up when he heard her comments and snorted, pulling his shirt back on. He grit his teeth as his raised arms pulled at the wound but otherwise showed no sign of pain. “I don’t know if ‘torn up by dogs’ is your kink or something, Varecielli, but it’s not that fun to look at up close right now.”













