Throughout the night War woke briefly to listen harder to Siana, every so often her body would pound against the floor breaking even more to the change. His only indication of the hour was around meal times, when Margaret would hand him something to eat. Knowing in his heart this was normal was of little comfort to him, as another rippled coughing scream burst his ear drums together.

Lowering his head, War ground teeth. The slight of hearing her calls was only comforting in the knowing she was still breathing. A few men had wandered down to investigate. They were meet with his flashing silver eyes followed by a territorial snarl. Even those of friend to him backed away, knowing better than to push him while in that state of mind.

Margarets soft spoken call of his name stirred him from a slumber, passing out after not hearing a thing from Siana. Grunting with a heavy hand rubbing down his face, War took the plate seemingly not interested in its portions.

“Its been a full moon, do you think?” She bit her bottom lip not daring to say the words he feared. Handing her the plate back War stood cracking his back all the way up. Margaret moved off to the side, allowing him a wide berth to the door being opened. Each torch was nearly drained dry as he stepped around to place himself right in front of her cell door.

Curled on furs Siana panted. Sweat, tears and blood tried across her body, pain eminent all over her face as she tried to look up. Barely able to move she shook from forcing herself to stand. Wided eyed with the fear of her crashing to the floor, War ripped the door from its lock allowing it to bang against the cell bars. Within four sets he had her, scooping her legs right out from under her tired sacked body.

The moment he had her she became dead weight in his arms. Silver cuffs rang out dropping to the stone floor. He took notice how her wrists were scraped from fighting them all night, a heavy drawn out sigh passed his lips. Passing Margaret he nodded for her to follow, he’d need her help in getting Siana cleaned up.

Pushing his chamber door open War avoided the bed heading straight for the bath. He knew how she was feeling, and though a good rest was well needed. Her body needed to be rid of its memories. He held her close to his chest as Margaret slipped past them turning the water on till it grew warm and fixed the bath with what she’d need for Siana. His eyes flickered to Siana’s face, it was broken, tired and run down without the luster he had once seen within her eyes.

Margaret gave the okay and War lowered Siana’s butt to the tub edge, giving Margaret time to remove her article of clothing. His hand grabbed the doors edge looking over a shoulder.

“Call for me when you are done, I will fix her leg once you're through.” He closed the door not allowing any arguments to being made.

Gripping the tub to keep from falling backwards, Siana felt cold, numb and at a lost for all things sweet. Her body too tired to make sounds had either given up, or was hibernating for good. She could hear Margaret speaking to her softly, but words meant nothing. Moving her body wherever Margaret wanted Siana shivered to the cool night air passing over her skin. The cold was nothing new.

Carefully she was helped into the warmth of water allowing its drowning hand to engulf her body with a swoosh. Clear water turned murky in seconds as the colors of her pain bled out. Draining the tub several times Margaret finally called for War once a large towel had been placed around Siana’s body. Pushing the door open once more War picked her up walking easily towards the bed.

Setting Siana down leaving one hand on her at all times, she wished to do something. Anything to rid her mixed feelings for the man. But it was a little too much for her to even blink, let alone argue with his tender touch on her skin.

“I am going to re-socket your leg, it may hurt” He warned. Siana nearly laughed in his face, did the man not have a clue what he was saying. Her body had felt the flames of demons licking on her skin, an out of place leg was the least of her worries. To nothing being returned to him, War grunted sliding both hands over her leg.

The innocent manner in which he touched her sent chills vibrating up her spine. Margaret had long since left allowing him to do as he pleased. With a nod he insisted her body lay back. To tired to fight Siana pressed her back against the bed, feeling sleep quickly swarming her sense. She felt the towel move past her hip. His fingers moving over her gently before grabbing the thick part of her inside thigh and outside hip.

He yanked quickly making her hip pop, her body sliding closer to his own. Pain that shot from one end of her leg to the other was enough to cause a chook to burst forth. He gave her a second of composer massaging her hip with callused fingers before roughly pushing her hip back into place. A whine dragged out, fingers gripped the furs under her body for any support they were willing to give.

A sense of loneliness crept over her, when War’s hands let go walking to a table in a far corner. Her body ached with a ravenous all its own. Dreading the morning rise as she’d be even worse than now. Sounds of light splashing could be heard from in front of War, his large back blocking what he was up to. Moving sideways, bowl in hands War placed the bowl off to the side of the bed. His eyes landing on her.

“Remove your towel.” Siana’s eyes widened gripping the knot of her towel harder. She could of sworn he’d said a long time ago she wasn’t his type. Everything about this seemed odd, he seemed odd. Becoming uncomfortable with the idea of him seeing her body, Siana shifted away from him.

“No” Her eyes looked away, not willing to see what his gaze would to her defiance.

War knitted his brows to the answer. Growing a bit annoyed with her, War took the final step at the bed. Catching her eyes flickering after his.

“Give me your reasoning” It ground out against his teeth while facing her head on. She swallowed causing the action to deviate against her throat.

“I am not like the others here.” She whispered keeping eyes away from his own. The small action making his lip raise over fangs, but the motion ceased to her words. Bringing both brows to arches War lowering his lips before speaking.

“How so?” Her eyes dragged across furs till running up his front to meet him head on.

“I am not as elegant, my muscles are far more developed than theirs.” War listened intently, her words bringing a light to his darkened eyes. She wasn’t lying. Truth be told Siana’s power was shown throughout her body, and with that came less peite features. The more he looked at her the more War was starting to realize just what he was seeing.

Memories of her as before ripped across his eyes flashing stages of what she once was, till now. Moving his eyes from the tip of her damp head, down sun kissed skin that revealed no markings to where the sun was most active. He raised a brow to that. Wondering just why she bared no sun lines like most of the woman. Further he went, following the trail of her defined arms as they crossed over her chest. Making its rise and fall more rhythmic than he realized.

His fingers twitched to a new notion of how they were perfectly right to contain a man’s hand, idea’s of her being touched pushed his nostrils to flare in deeper breaths. Shaking such thoughts War went further down to avoid his mind to enter such a dead zone. Th towel covered her abs well, allowing no light to penetrate through. But his mind gave him more than enough to condemn him to think of what she was blessed with.

Both legs lay out, knees turned in just a little to give corners of her towel a parting look to a hip he once had privilege in touching. Fingers began to twitch harder remembering the softer feel of skin compared to his own. Where she got the idea she wasn’t delicate he’d know not, but Siana help a great deal of delicate in places she wouldn’t even think to look.

His plan to relieve her of some pain and stress momentarily was held back, while his darker mind gave way to a light in which he was able to see her in a full glory. Growling to the implications he was now faced with, War shoved all thoughts from his mind.

“Roll over” He pushed his authority over her in a wave of heat, her new understanding of power given to her by himself. The moment his words registered Siana almost whined softly moving her body so that his order was granted. Watching every inch of her move he frowned, his understanding of the pain she endured silently bothering his mind. Grabbing the top half to her towel he yanked it down till it met the nap of her tail bone.

A gasp muffled from her hands was all that stopped him. Dipping his fingers into liquid set aside within the bowl he brought over, War placed both hands on her back. Feeling her muscles convulsed from under him, he slowly moved them to ease her pain. Allowing the cooling silver from his blood to aid when the herbal soaked water heated with every pass he made. Ever so slowly her body began to understand his meaning, and it relaxed allowing her shoulders to become less taught.

Knowing this would aid her even a little kept his hands moving over her velvet skin. He’d seen it done once before, as a small boy and it stuck with him for many summers passing. Now able to give someone the relief he never had, War was pleased with the fast effects it was taking on Siana. She had become like molded clay in his hands, allowing him to move her arms out from under her head.

Touching pressure points in an added relief of pressure, his hands moved from her top half down to long legs. Each one containing muscles for long distance running, while able to be used in lifting heavy objects from one place to another. Wrapping his hands around one leg at a time, he dripping his fingers back into the bowl before rubbing the liquid into her pores.

Taking care not to annoy her once dislocated leg, War ran over every inch that had been visible to eyes. Once satisfied she would be more comfortable, his next task was getting her fed properly. To do so he washed his hands of the liquid drying them thoroughly before walking back to her. Frowning to the way she laid, his biggest concern was getting her to agree without causing all his hard work to waste away.

“Siana” She groaned not wanting to even lift her face to his.

“You need to feed, do as I say and do not fight me on this.” His voice held onto all authority in the room, giving her little choice in the subject. She gave a slight nod while watching his every movement.

Walking around the bed War sat on with his leg closest to her laid out straight while his other rose with pointed knee. He motioned for her to come to him, and with a battle snails speed she shifted her towel covering up her chest once more before crawling to the side of him.

(So I'm calling it a night, I'll have more soon so no freaking out O_O <--- none of this.))