It’s… I don’t know. Nice, I guess. In an unexpected way. Like we just went through battle and now he’s trying to heal me from the inside out. And I let him. That’s the strangest part. I let him heal me. I give him all the bad parts—well, not all. There are so many more pieces of me coated in blood and ash that he has yet to see—and he takes them like they’re precious. Gifts, even.
