They stood facing each other in the midst of a quiet forest glade, him towering over her, glints of sunlight bouncing off his metal armour, the sword at his side swinging at the touch of a breeze. Her bare feet were angled to flee, but her upper body was turned towards him where he held one of her hands.
“Please don’t go,” he whispered.
“I can’t help it, you frighten me,” she confessed.
He lowered his eyes and nodded, “I feared you would say that.” The words hung in the silence between them.
“It’s just… I’ve never… known a soldier before,” she tried to explain, her eyes searching for the right words among the leaves on the ground. “Everything I’ve experienced tells me that you’re dangerous.”
He let go of her hand. “I understand.” He began to limp away on a foot injured in some recent battle.
“Wait,” she cried out, following him a few steps. With a gentle touch on his shoulder she directed him to sit on an old tree stump and gently removed his boot, saying, “Just let me help you before you go back out there.” Cupping the foot in her hands, she whispered strange words and orange light engulfed the bruised foot until she finally released it.
Concealed emotions flickered across his face before he forced a smile and turned to leave again.
“Please don’t go,” she whispered.
“I can’t help it, you frighten me,” he confessed. “I’ve never known a sorceress before.”