Worried? Why?They asked, low and a little sleepy, the heat from Zora's body seeping into their limbs and soul and carefully erasing every traumatic cut and memory with surgical precision.
I promised, didn't I?
Worried? Why?They asked, low and a little sleepy, the heat from Zora's body seeping into their limbs and soul and carefully erasing every traumatic cut and memory with surgical precision.
I promised, didn't I?