hi again! hear me out! HCS about Abigail Blyg with a GN! s/o whos introverted just like her! I often see different dynamics when it comes to the shyer characters, so I feel like similar dynamics with be interesting!
Another possible one would be Kaitlyn with an S/O her height!
ABI WITH AN INTROVERT
- relationship headcanons for abi with an introvert s/o (fluff headcanons, gn!reader)
a/n - i have something in the works for your second request too, so look out for that 👀 i can tag you if you want ^^
- right off the bat, she’s glad to have someone with a similar personality because it means you can understand her feelings and know what she means in awkward situations
- she might be a bit awkward at first, so sometimes you have to step up and start the conversations
- she definitely wants you to be comfortable with her though. If you feel like you can’t step up, she’ll take it upon herself with some prompting and ramble about whatever subject you’re both interested in
- getting to know her might seem like a difficult task for someone as introverted as you, but Abi actually opens up pretty quickly. Soon enough you’ll be having deep conversations while she’s doodling on your arm
- spending time with people saps energy from both of you. When this happens, Abi is quick to politely step away and lead you into a quieter place for much-needed rejuvenating cuddle time
- she likes your personality because being around you never seems to overwhelm her or make her feel judged
- she is the best person to go to if you feel insecure about your shyness or introverted tendencies. She understands your feelings completely and will always offer a listening ear
Oh PLEASE i need hcs for a trans guy reader coming out to Dylan, Ryan, Kaitlyn, and Abi? Or maybe just some hcs for a trans male reader coming out to Dylan who they've been dating?
Awwww this is such an adorable idea! Enjoy the headcanons darling 💕
Pairings (can be read as either platonic or romantic): Dylan & Reader, Ryan & Reader, Kaitlyn & Reader, Abi & Reader [The Quarry]
Warnings: None :)
Genre: FLUFF
Dylan
You and Dylan entered a sort of tease-off the second you exchanged your names upon arrival
Ever since then, it’s been an endless teasing/mocking, friendly fire back-and-forth between the two of you
It helped that you’d constantly get paired up for activity supervision together so you’d snag more ammo for your tournaments
That’s not to say there haven’t been times where your teasing didn’t have seriousness to it
Childish as the two of you might be, you both know when to get serious
So when Dylan came out to you one night when the two of you stayed behind to clean up the aftermath of the bonfire gathering, you knew to lower the playful tone and increase your more mature side
How you’d landed on the topic is not something you remember, probably got led to it by some other tangentially related subject
Regardless, when you saw the glint of semi-fearful uncertainty in his eyes as the confession left his lips, you knew that as serious as you wanted to be, you needed to keep it light-hearted as to allow him the comfort you could tell he desperately needed
After all, that’s who the two of you were and anything but would throw your whole dynamic off-balance
So the conversation went a little something like this...
“I’m gay, you know.“
Your heart swelled with warmth, stomach filling with butterflies but your cool guy persona never slipped as you fauxed an eyeroll
“Wow, never would’ve guessed“ You drawled, gathering a few strewn about snack packets into the garbage bag in your hand
Dylan eye-rolled right back at you, the smile on his face back to being its confident self, his eyes shining with a more exhilarating emotion
You trusted the guy, it was hard not to
The second you kicked off your shenanigans you knew you’d found your person
Soulmates, you believe is the word
So, it didn’t take a lot of hesitation for you to make a confession of your own
“To even the playing field: I’m trans, you know.“
The confidence of his smile is replaced by something alike adoration even when he whips out your own guns against you, “Wow, never would’ve guessed”
It made you both laugh
“Jokes aside, good for you, man.“
“Thanks, Dyl. Good for you too.”
Ryan
It was a scorching July afternoon and you were helping Ryan with the sailboats and canoes so he’d have at least a sliver of chance of getting done with it by the time the dinner bell dinged
He was the mystery man of the camp, the talk amongst the counselors who liked to play guessing games about him like the students would about Patrick in the movie 10 Things I Hate About You
You participated at times though you weren’t too keen on digging into the guy’s bubble therefore you didn’t attempt to initiate any sort of personal conversation to try and get to know him
He did it for you
Surprising as it was, you didn’t bat an eye and had quite a nice time holding a conversation with him
You came to know plenty of things about him and vice versa
“I saw you the second day of orientation. You’re quite the sailor.“ He’d told you, the comment forcing your gaze away from the equipment you were packing up
You felt yourself get a bit flustered but didn’t let it bleed into your demeanor and speech
“Yeah, I actually applied for your position first and the writing course second. Can’t say I’m complaining I didn’t land the job but I do think I would’ve made a pretty good instructor.“ You even had it in you to wink, causing Ryan to laugh
Which was also the first time you’d heard that sound
“My, my, so we’re rivals, huh? What else you got up that sleeve of yours?“
“Tough luck, Erzahler. Why’d I tell my rival anything about myself?“ You quirked an eyebrow, getting a chuckle in response
“That’s fair, but how does a deal sound? I tell you my dirty laundry, you tell me yours?“
Now that’s something you couldn’t just pass up like come on! You’d get the inside scoop all the counselors have been hankering for
“The floor is yours.“
It landed you a pretty good picture of the guy
Where he grew up, where he lived, what he was planning on studying, some hobbies, his pet hamster (yes, he did show you a picture)
And then he got to the interesting part
“Relationship status: single and not exactly looking.“
Bummer
“If you were looking, what would you be looking for?“ You’re not one to beat around the bush, at least mot much
And he seemed to have caught on because he smirked, “A person around my age who enjoys podcasts and likes hamsters.”
Wonderful
“Your turn to hold up your end of the deal.“ He urged you, reminding you that he wasn’t doing a one-sided show-and-tell here; that you had to open up in return
You had no problem with it now that you felt like you knew him probably best among the counselors
When you got to the interesting part yourself, it sounded a lot like his, “Single pringle with intentions of mingling but it’s not like I’ll cry myself to sleep if I don’t find anyone. Speaking of, that someone better be able to appreciate classic movies and literature as well as a good romcom or else we won’t click.”
Ryan chuckled, “Some criteria you got there.”
You rolled your eyes, “It’s not like you yourself are Mr. Picky either.”
The whole time you were talking you’d been pondering of how to go about telling him you’re trans
Thus far in life, all people you’d come out to had been nothing short of supportive and loving
But none of them had been Ryan Erzahler yet so...
“Oh, and one more thing, I’m also trans.“ The plenty of pondering led to a simple approach that ended up working wonders for your comfort because there was no time for you to feel anxious
No, the second the words left your lips, Ryan’s turned his smirk into a smile
“You just keep getting cooler, don’t you?“
So Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome and Broody can flirt, huh?
“I like hamsters too.“ You aided your case, making him laugh
“Yeah, you just got even cooler.“
SCORE!
Kaitlyn
Kaitlyn and you have been a snarky pair of frenemies since day one
Take that in a more ‘friends’ than ‘enemies’ sense by the way
She found her match in your sarcasm and snarkiness and that clearly set her off
But at the end of the day, one would cave and sit next to the other around the bonfire with a s’more already prepared for them
Truth is, you had not formed a connection like that with anyone at camp yet
There was a great dose of comfort and safety to your dynamic because you understood one another like no one could ever
So, you wanted her to be the first one to know
“Hey!“ She greeted you upon entering the dining hall with the intention of helping you clean up, “You said you wanted to tell me something?“
“Yeah...“ your confidence levels had been bouncing up and down but regardless you decided to buy yourself some time by pointing out the obvious look of aggravation on her face, “What’s up with that scowl, grandma?“
That was what popped the cap off the shaken up soda bottle and sent Kaitlyn down a ranting spiral about how many brats there were in the group of kids she had taken fishing earlier that day
The theatrics with which she described all the trouble they landed themselves in, putting her in some hot water as well, damn near made you start tearing up from laughing so hard
“But anyways....“ her spiel came to an end eventually, with a heavy sigh at that, “What did you want to tell me?“
Oh....right
“Well, Kate, I’ve decided you’re finally worthy of being told this national secret, a conspiracy greater than you could ever imagine. I finally trust you enough to....“
“Bud, whatever it is, I’m sure it won’t beat the time you told me you don’t like Mad Max.“
“I’ll let you be the judge of that.“ You chuckled, putting away another plate, “I’m trans, that’s what I wanted to tell you.“
Her scowl lifted almost immediately as she looked up from where she was cleaning another table opposite you
“Oh this definitely beats it. In a good way.“ She clarified, giving you a smile that she had only reserved for very few occasions previous to this one, “Good for you, man, I’m proud of you...“ she trailed off for a second, her smile faltering as some realization hit her, “Wait, does everyone else know but me? You said you just now finally think you can tell me? Does that mean I’m the last to know?!“
Surprised but also amused by her reaction to a detail so small you yourself had not picket up on, all you could do was raise your hands up in surrender to oppose her wrath, “No, no, I was being dramatic, I swear. You’re actually the first to know.”
She seemed to drop the grudge right away, her easy sly smile that just screamed ‘that’s what I thought’ making a grand return to her features, “It better be that way or else I’m not making you s’mores for a week.”
“Oh, what a tragedy.“ You mused dramatically
And therefore earned yourself a plastic spoon thrown your way
Bottom line: that went well
Abi
Once you had finished you own activity for the day, you decided you had plenty of time before dinner and wanted nothing more than to pester the one person who you really could never truly pester
Abi
As annoying as you purposely tried to be, she’d always welcome you and your shenanigans with an eye-roll and an easy smile
It’s no wonder you and her became so close so quickly
You helped her slowly inch her way out of her shell while she helped you stay true to yourself even when you were playing your outlandishly outgoing role to match the energy of your fellow counselors
With her, you could comfortably be 100% yourself
“Abs! I’m bored! Let’s do something fun!“ You whined, limbs noodle-like and limp due to the heat in contrast to your energetic tone as you entered the art cabin to find your favorite redhead
She was sat atop one of her desks, scribbling away in her sketchbook, a magenta curtain of curls preventing you from being able to see what she was drawing
“Sure, just give me a sec.“ She mumbled absentmindedly, not lifting her gaze from the white page
Before your unbridled curiosity could get the best out of you and make you sneak a peek at her drawing, she herself handed the sketchbook to you, “There! Now you’re officially a part of my collection.” She announced with that adorable sparkling smile lighting up her face and the vicinity around her
Accepting the handed item, your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw what was on the page
You, a portrait of you
You’d known she had started drawing you but you only saw the early stages of what is now an immaculate masterpiece, therefore you have every right to be absolutely stunned and flabbergasted by its beauty
You’d also known Abi would do you justice beyond belief, but she damn near turned you into a model
“Abs, this is amazing! Holy crap, I might need to use this as my Tinder profile photo.“ You said, making the girl laugh, “Scratch that, it would be catfishing.“
“Glad you like it, Y/N/N (A/N: your nickname). Now, before you take off running with my sketchbook, I’ll need you to sign it.“ She handed you a pen which you barely registered but managed to subconsciously take
Before you got an idea...
“Hey, you got a pink and a blue color pencil?“
Mildly confused, Abi nodded and handed you the requested colors
When you handed the sketchbook, pen and pencils back to her, you were nothing short of giddy with nerves and excitement as she took in the detail you’d added
You’d drawn a small trans pride flag at the top right corner of the page, on top of which you’d jotted down your signature
Looking up from the sketchbook and at you, the look of adoration in Abi’s eyes had your heart warming up.
You gave her a wink, “Trans pride, babe.”
Squealing with excitement, she threw her arms around you before you’d even noticed the distance between the two of you lessening
“That’s so great, Y/N! I’m so proud of you.“
Your own arms soon got the memo of what a hug is and returned Abi’s, resting your chin on top of your head as you let out a tiny relieved sigh, “Thanks Abs.”
Then again, did you really expect any other sort of reaction from this adorable human being? No. Didn’t think so
EDIT!!! I reposted bc tumblr was fucking the post up. Hopefully it’s fine now!
Warning: Humiliation (if you squint), Spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) Minors DNI!!
AN: I KNOOOOWWWW it took so long! I had so much to do and totally forgot I needed to run errands. But here it is, I hope you enjoyed it and I hope it meets your expectations of me! I also had no idea how to end it, I’m so sorry!
From the moment you walked through your apartment door, you knew something was wrong. Usually, Abigail would have greeted you with some form of sweet pet name. But her back was to you as she sat on the couch. You brush off the odd feeling and close the door behind you. “Hi babe! When did you get here?” No response. You inquisitively approach her. Surely she was just listening to music and not purposefully ignoring you. The couch makes a weathered creak under you as you sit down next to her.
“You haven’t text me all day,” she muttered under her breath as she continued to doodle in her sketchbook. “No kiss before work, no good morning text. Not even an ‘I love you’ throughout your shift.” There she sat, with her bottom lip jut out at you. Her sketchbook now thrown to the side. You chuckle at her, “No baby. I definitely text you this morning before work. See, look,” you pull up your messages and lo-and-behold, you forgot to send it. You noticeably cringe to yourself at the mistake. The only thing cutting through the apologetic silence is the hissing of the tea kettle. Abigail storms off into the kitchen to grab herself a cup of tea. Leaving you alone to brew in the silent treatment.
You don’t notice until then, but she is wearing your t-shirt. Albeit, she tied it off to the side to tighten it, if still looked great on her. She was now facing you with her back to the counter. Giving her tea time to brew. Still not letting up on her punishments, she crossed her arms and looked at everywhere but at you. That’s where she gave you a full view of herself. She also had on a pair of panties that cut her just perfectly. Nothing too fancy. Your favorite part being the little bow that adorned the waistband of the garment.
Things hadn’t been bad between the both of you lately. Just a few frustrations, that’s all. Between work and school, you both had your hands tied up.
You join her in the kitchen, smiling mischievously at her before coming closer.
“That’s what we’re doing, buttercup? Playing hard to get, now?” You circle your arms around her waist. She always loved that pet name. She was so delicate and bright and lovely. Like a flower waiting to be plucked. The oversized shirt slid off of her shoulder, just slightly. Giving you enough room to place an open-mouthed kiss there. She could put up a good front. Not giving in initially. But when your large hands are placed on her hips is when her facade starts to crack. You can’t see her face just yet, but her neck and shoulders tinge a perfect shade of pink.
You kept one of your hands planted firmly on the curve of her hip as you reached into the cupboard above her. “Mind if I grab some tea as well?” No response. You sign to yourself, seemingly getting the hint as you find your favorite mug. Her timer goes off, indicating that her tea was ready. She bends forward a bit over the counter. Making sure to wiggle her hips slightly against your already growing erection.
You let out a satisfied groan, reeling your hand back to land a satisfying slap to her rear.
She yelps in excitement. Her blushing intensifies, her entire body now heating up. Maybe you should’ve been concerned. The last time she had given you that reaction was the first time you had spanked her. But that’s her own fault for being a brat.
A moment of realization flashes across your mind. You make your way back over to the couch, abandoning Abi and your cup of tea. Abi quickly turns to face you. Her dainty face still riddled with annoyance. “Come here baby-,” you pat your thigh, “-let me take care of that nasty attitude you have.”
You cock your head to the side, giving your thigh another tap, encouraging her to move forward. She doesn’t move an inch. Just standing there, sipping on her tea. Quite loudly at that. With your patience wearing thin, you give a deep inhale. “Don’t make me out you over my knee,” you threaten in a stern tone. She can feel the arousal pooling into the pit of her stomach. After all, she wanted to press your buttons. See how far you would go with being ignored for a while.
She wanted nothing more than to do everything you asked of her in your sweet tone. But it’s something about when you are demanding that makes her knees weak.
“I think you owe me an apology,” she stood firm in her resolve. Her scarlet lipstick stained her cup ever so slightly. “Of course baby. But I think you owe me one as well,” now that she was within arms distance, you reach out and pull her closer to you with little to no resistance.
Before she had time to react, your hand, palmed her ass cheek, the warmth against the cool air causing her skin to erupt with goosebumps. It mashed perfectly with your warm breath against the shell of her ear, dropping your voice down a few octaves.
“You're going to count each one - you miss, I start over again - and harder this time around. But you're only getting five, since you like being spanked so much."
“You’re even more excited than usual.” The position over your lap caused her juices to soak through her panties and onto your thighs. Your pants being discarded on the way back to the living room.
Swat
“O-one.”
Swat
“Two.”
She is already breathless and panting at the pain that travels up her body from her rear. The stinging in your hand only added to the erotic scene in front of you. Your shy little Abigail being a brat for the first time. Sure you could’ve gone easy on her, but no. This is what she deserved. To be placed over your knee and taught a lesson. She had counted to ten, praying and hoping that you didn’t find out how much she was enjoying herself. You rub your warm hands over the swell of her ass. The cool air aiding to ease the pain from the lashings. Her ass now matched the shade of her crimson lipstick. Only then we’re you content. But this isn’t over.
She had never taken control before. Not even expressed interest. I’m fact, she was way too-
“Shy?” You ask between pants and whimpers. Brushing a stray lick of hair out of her face, twirling it around your finger lovingly. “That’s okay. I’ll help you,” you place one of your calloused hands against her hips. “Am I too big, baby?” Continuing to make eye contact with her as she sank down ever so slowly onto your length. Her big, doe eyes were filled with determination to take more and more of you. “G-good, slowly. Take your time.” Your other hand, making sure her panties were pulled to the side.
You trail kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Eliciting a small giggle from her, “hey that tickles!” Your attempts to keep her mind off of the pain seemed like they were working as you bottomed out inside her. Trying to keep your cool to not fuck up into her at a desired pace. She bites into your shoulder as she sets a steady pace.
“Mmm look at that pretty pussy taking me so well,” you wrap your hand into her short hat and yank back. Making her look at her own pussy swallowing your cock. The only response that she could muster was a high pitched whimper. She threw her arms past your neck, using the back of the couch to brace herself. She begins to speed up. But not without difficulty. Her legs begin to shake and her pace was becoming erratic. It stroked your ego once again, when you asked, “need some help baby?”
Putting her head down onto your shoulder, she nods, defeated. You wrap your arms around her waist, planting your heels into the ground before you buck your hips up into her.
“Look at me,” you demand, grabbing her face and forcing her to face you, pounding roughly into her as you make eye contact. “That’s my girl. Not so much of a brat now huh?” Shakes her head with her mouth is slightly agape, eyes glazed over as you hit her sweet spot over and over. She’s cumming already. Her hips stuttering to meet your thrusts. You frantically grab one of her breasts into your mouth. Gently pulling the perky nipple between your teeth. Meeting your orgasm soon as well, your thrusts become erratic. The evidence of her orgasm slipping and dripping down your thighs. Soaking the couch in her juices.
“Gonna cum inside. That’s a good girl, milk my cock.” She clenched around your cock while rocking her hips. Helping you ride out your orgasm.
Can you write something about Abi (ANY)? If you can, one shot, otherwise anything would be fine.
Cursed 1st part
Manga/anime: Akatsuki no Yona
Warnings: spoilers from chapter 101 to chapter 105 and presence of scenes of violent death and blood
(Y/N): your name
Since it was getting too long and heavy, I decided to divide the oneshot into three parts: second part is here and third here.
Abi felt something envelop his eyes.
He tried to wriggle free, to move his body, but he was paralyzed.
They had captured him.
Due to an uprising broken out in some of the villages located on the outskirts of the kingdom and fueled by the enemies of their beloved King, the three Dragon Warriors (Gu-En, Abi and Shu-Ten, they had forced Zeno to stay in the castle) had gone there. They had managed to quell the revolt, but Abi had remained paralyzed due to the use of his eyes, and so he's been taken prisoner.
He didn't even notice when the enemies tied his hands behind his back and his feet, and only the dizzying movement of being lifted made him realize he was moving: he was on a cart, he could understand it thanks to the uncomfortable sensation of the hard wood on his back and the constant jumps his body made due to the stones the cart was encountering in its race.
~ 💙 ~
For two days and two nights Abi was forced to suffer harassment from his captors, while they were still travelling, still blindfolded and bound, and only the thought of the King and the other Dragons could calm his agitated heart.
~ 💙 ~
Three days after Abi's capture, the cart finally stopped.
The prisoner was dragged into a palace he would be lying if he said wasn't beautiful and forced to kneel before a golden throne decorated with gems, on which a middle-aged man with a crown on his head sat: he was the sovereign of that kingdom.
A man -a soldier, Abi assumed- held his head to the the ground, making it difficult for him to look carefully around the room, but he was sure he saw a female figure dressed in a rich cobalt dress.
"Oh? Would it be one of the Dragon Warriors? Are you sure?" It was the king's voice that spoke. It sounded slightly raspy, and it was filled with so much malice and wickedness the Dragon's skin crawled.
The prisoner's hair was suddenly grabbed and pulled by the soldier and his blindfold removed, so that everyone could see his eyes.
Everyone in the room -at that moment Abi realized there were soldiers on the sides of the room and also other people who seemed noble because of how they were dressed, in addition to the king and the girl in blue- gasped, except for the soldier, the king and the girl.
His eyes, after wandering for a few moments towards those present in the room, fell on the girl. He froze and his cheeks blushed slightly: she was gorgeous. The girl was an angel, he was convinced of that. After all, she also seemed to be surrounded by a pale light, which however came from a colored glass window located above her.
Nevertheless, what struck the Dragon most of all was her eyes: they were not scared or disgusted like those of everyone present, not wicked, like those of the king, but they included a multitude of emotions, among which he could only distinguish... sadness?
Why would someone like her, an enemy, be sad for him?
He couldn't understand it.
Abi was pulled from his thoughts by an excruciating pain in his stomach, which made him double over and fall to the ground on his left side.
"How dare you lay your dirty, cursed eyes on our lady?! You wanted to kill her, huh?!"
It didn't take him long to realize his pain had come from a punch from the soldier who was holding him.
A great anger gripped Abi when he understood the man's words. With a hesitant and strained voice due to the pain, he murmured: "My eyes… aren't… cursed".
That was probably the straw that broke the camel's back for the soldier, who began kicking and punching the prisoner in every part of his body he could except his face, to avoid hitting his eyes.
For ten minutes the Dragon endured the blows only occasionally letting out groans of pain, and that angered the soldier, who decided to humiliate him even more than he was doing: he grabbed his hair again in a steel grip and put him back in knee from his previous lying position, actions which caused Abi to close his eyes and moan in pain, and pointed his sword at his neck.
"Apologize to our lady for looking at her with your dirty eyes and almost killing her, monster!"
"I don't kill innocents, and I'm not a monster!" His affront resulted in a knee to his chest that made him spit blood and cracked his ribs.
"Enough!" The sovereign's voice thundered as he approached him.
"Don't worry, dear. You're a monster that will have to be tamed by me." The king's voice was full of malice and evil, so much so Abi's eyes widened and his body trembled slightly in fear at the thought of what would happen to him.
~ 💙 ~
For two days Abi was confined in a narrow room with a window, too small to allow escape, but large enough to allow a decent passage of light and air, at the top, a room through which no one ever entered.
For two days Abi didn't eat.
For two days Abi could do nothing but lie in bed, which was actually a pile of hay stacked in the corner, staring at the wall.
For two days Abi remained in pain, with his ribs broken by the soldier's blows, bent over, groaning in pain.
For two days Abi only thought about his King and his companions, hoping they would save him.
~ 💙 ~
On the third day of his imprisonment, though, the Dragon noticed something strange was happening. The problem was he couldn't figure out what it was, and that bothered him.
Lost in his thoughts, Abi heard the door of his cell open.
Without even moving, he simply turned his head to look at the door with dull and lifeless eyes, expecting a guard or that evil man, but neither the first nor the second appeared: a girl, the same girl he had been observing for some time when he had been led to the throne room to be presented to the king and his court had just entered. She was wearing a simpler dress than the one she had worn at their first meeting, but this didn't take away her regality, which shone through in her posture, in the rich jewels she wore and in the way she carried the bucket of water, the bandages and what he assumed were ointments. The prisoner ignored his heart, which had skipped a beat, and asked her, his voice hoarse from lack of water, what she was doing there.
"My name is (Y/N). I'm here to heal you."
The boy blinked and tilted his head slightly to the side, not understanding the reason for the girl's actions, as she approached him, placing the bucket and the supposed ointments on the ground, and knelt down next to him, holding the bandages on her legs and starting to dip some of them into the water.
(Y/N) began to gently pass one over Abi's face, focusing on his eyes -asking him to close them, she cleaned his right eye first, avoiding applying pressure so as not to hurt or scare him, then the left, repeating the same procedure and finishing with a light caress on both eyelids-; then she moved to his neck and arms and then his chest, while he was looking at her with astonished eyes. Putting the now-soiled bandage on the ground, the girl took one of the bottles, opened it and whispered: "It's aloe, it should heal your wounds faster, but it might sting a little". She then asked him if he could point out his wounds.
The Dragon, still dazed, pointed to some spots on his chest and arms, so the girl dropped a few drops on her index and middle fingers, then put the container down and started to spread the ointment on the indicated spots, constantly holding one of the hands of the prisoner, who very often held hers, wincing in pain. She repeated the process for the lower part of his body, but, when she reached his back, she noticed something strange: "What did you do to your ribs? You have at least a couple broken!"
"That time... When the guard hit me after I looked at you..."
The girl's eyes widened slightly and she jumped up, running away and shouting: "I'll get the healer!"
