“Peck”
A gentle kiss on his cheek from his adopted mother as he laid in his bed, recovering from his injuries. Injuries that he sustained on a mission that she saved his shebs on.
Again.
It really did make the pain in his side go away, about as effective as the painkillers that surged through his blood.
“Vor’e, buir.” He was barely able to say as he drifted off.













