You quickly learn to find work arounds. Hand gestures and other body language is a huge help, except that she sucks rotten eggs at playing charades. That, and the tone of voice utilized when you said the only word you could became your own language with one another.
At first you are hesitant to work together; after all, she did this with a crummy spell glitch to begin with. But… everyone knows the one best able to undo a curse is the one who cast it.
So you move in, threshing the wheat, helping with planting and tending and harvesting.
With her hands free Scillia could focus on fixing the spell. She sometimes would get too preoccupied and forget to eat, so you would fix a meal. It was country fare that would never pass for high cuisine, but the food you could make was always delicious; you had learned at the elder’s knees because you knew that when you began life as an adventurer you wouldn’t always have an inn or tavern handy.
The first time she thanked you, you blushed beet red from the fact she noticed the effort you put in. “Lies…” you whispered softly before turning to see about your own bowl of stew.
As time passed, she noticed your hair grew quickly and kept getting it out of the way. She carefully braided each side, using a little boar lard to condition it, and wrapped it in thongs made of pretty colored fabric. Soon, this was a regular tradition, with you washing out the hair on occasion before she carefully wrapped it once more. “Lies,” you thanked her with a nod, and she chuckled. “Glad to help!”
Late one night after another busy but peaceful day, you were cuddled together face-to-face, making faces and being silly to bring that delighted shine to her eyes.
Then, you knew you had to find a way to tell her how you felt about her. You raised one rough hand, calloused and scarred from combat, and traced her face gently, as if memorizing the moment. Then you leaned in gently, your lips a breath away, giving her the final vote on if you kissed.
Whole new galaxies formed behind your lids as the kiss continued, and both of you looked disappointed in your restraint, but you had to find a way to tell her. With a voice heart achingly gentle, you looked her in the eyes.
“Lies,” you murmured for her ears only, and she nodded, a reciprocating look in her eyes.
“Lies,” she whispered back, but both of you knew you had shared the biggest truth you could and would never take it back.
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