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Clorogne's thoughts temporarily went blank, and his arm held her tight around her back, pressing her more firmly against him.

Akila could see scratches in the trees, holes from daggers, and she nervously clicked her tongue a few times, for her bird.

"Hello Zar...Keep me company?" Akila spoke softly to the bird, almost scared to be alone in such a place. She could smell the stink of blood soaked into wood. Disgusting. Slowly she inched forward, towards the cottage.

"Forgive me, my dear." Clorogne spoke huskily, lightly guiding her onto her back, as he kissed her, supporting himself with a hand on each side of her shoulders, as not to crush her.

"You will never truly be my servant." Clorogne kissed her again, running his hand through her hand and down her side.

Akila watched carefully, stepping over nearly invisible wires, and stroked the bird. "Here we go." She blew out a sigh, and hopped over the next one. Finally to the door, she opened it slowly to peek inside. Nothing unusual except the maroon spots on the floor and the lingering different scent...only by a little, but it was there.

((brb, going for my jog)

Clorogne slipped his tongue into her mouth deepening the kiss, and allowed his hand to continue to explore.

Meanwhile, Akila, glad f her companion, tiptoed into the cabin, going straight to the desk, and picked up some half written letter, and scanning over it. Her eyes widened, and she contemplated grabbing it, but he would notice that, so instead, copied it down, and stuffed it into her pocket.

It was a letter to a kingdom she'd never heard of before, already marked with the signature of 'Clorogne', speaking of changes promised to an old friend, and a killed man, who remained unnamed. She turned to leave, before deciding to investigate the blood. In seconds, she couldn't help herself from getting to her knees and sniffing at the stain. So farmiliar, yet nothing she had ever smelled...

Clorogne took the only chance he got.
(time skip?)

Clorogne had his arm around the Seer, stroking the hair at her shoulders, and whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

Akila didn't know how long she'd been there, so turned to look it ver moor. Nothing else she thought she needed, "Zar, on my shoulder, there are traps, you'll get hur-" as she'd taken a step back without realising it, something along the lines of a smaller version of a bear trap, clamped around her ankle. Damn it!
She took a deep breath, not looking at her shed blood. All of her torture prepared her in a way. She was getting used to the pain. It could have been far worse.
"How do I open it?" Akila asked quietly to herself and her bird, her voice nearly breaking at the last word, anyway.

"Thanks Zar." Akila hed her breath, trying not to look at her actual leg, as she out all of her body weight on the other side. She could feel it tearing her skin with the movement, and she allowed her eyes to water, but she caught herself, "Okay. I can do this..." She tried again, and snapped it open, to stay, slowly removing her leg, "Okay, uhm...rag, rag..." the was a small amount of her blood. Surely he would see it! She searched the place, much more carefully now.

"Okay..." she hobbled to the desk, careful of her leg, and opened a drawer, perfect, a shredded old shirt, and a handkerchief. She took the handkerchief to the bloodied floor and soaked up as much as she could, "Zar, I want you to drop this out in the woods, far enough away that he won't find it, okay?" she pet the bird, "I'll be okay. Go. I'll call if I need you." she cooed to him softly.