Healing wings.
Continued from Here with @astrxae
A part of Silco wanted to sigh, and remind Irisa to rest. At the same time however she’d have to recover fully sooner or later, and part of that was getting up to do normal things. It wasn’t as though she’d never cooked for him before anyways, and so he decided to leave it alone. Besides if he was honest it was nice seeing her up, and moving about and doing things. Partly because Silco assumed she enjoyed cooking for him, and helping to take care of things. Partly because it was an obvious sign of her improvement, and he wanted that almost as much as she did.
He cared for his falling angel, but he cared for her in all her glory with her wings wide spread to catch the air and the gentle glow from all her being. Perhaps he would be greedy, and keep her from others however he’d never wish her wings clipped.
Feeling her fingers delicately wrapping around his hand he could feel something deep within softening just a touch. Later perhaps he would remember the savagery of Zaun, and his rough hands stained with blood and how odd a match they were. Angel and devil circling each other in some dance he wasn’t sure either quite knew the rules to, but neither wished to leave. In that moment however he was simply content to let that rest for a moment. He was in his home with his falling angel, and they were as close to safe and comfortable as anyone in Zaun could be. It was enough. For now.
“I am quite sure you managed just fine, and besides even your worse which I am sure that is not would still be better than at least half of the food in Zaun. I do hope you made enough for both of us however?” If she had cooked only for him that would in fact be slightly irritating. “Why don’t you sit, and I’ll dish it up? You’ve already done quite a bit, and I do appreciate that.” Looking closely at her with his good eye he leaned in a bit. “As long as you don’t over do it.” There was a smile across his face to take any sting out of his words, and the tone wasn’t harsh either. Regardless he wasn’t going to fight, and if she insisted on getting the food he’d give in. When they both got settled down however there was one inevitable question he couldn't help but ask.
“So how are you?”
