“Please don’t be like that. . . “That’s a spell Neress. “Feeling better?”
Neress looked at the serious face above her and brought her other hand up to stroke Bellemir’s cheek. “Mmmmmm,” Bellemir replied. If we’re actively at war, for example, it’s quite possible that you’ll be paroled to whoever we’re fighting.”
Neress thought. Though thinner than most women’s they were completely unchapped, unlike everyone else’s at this time of year, and wonderfully mobile. More importantly, however, we feel that we don’t have the moral authority to make undesired sweeping changes to another person. . “Yes.”
“But YOU’RE a mage!”
Bellemir’s smile grew momentarily wider, pleased that the woman was finally looking at her. Neress had never thought that simply massaging a hand could be so stimulating, but as Bellemir moved on to stroke individual fingers, she realized her hand wasn’t the only thing growing warmer.
