“You are injured still— ”

He protests, though it does nothing to draw him any further from her side, or her hold on him, his fingers wrapped around her wrist in turn. Holding fast. He loses so much. He has always lost so much.

Instead he kisses her again, sharp edged and demanding, sunset catching through glass in her hair before he shuts his eyes to it, wholly focused in this.

As he focuses on everything that matters to him.