Reaching forward she placed her fingers on the bare skin of his left forearm, the skin soft to touch. It was somewhere she'd never voluntarily made contact with. If he happened to put his arm around her and his arm touched her then she wouldn't scream as if the nasty tattoo would scald her flesh, but she would never trace her fingers along it and she would never place kisses along that wrist. His body was almost as familiar as her own except for that one part, and now she couldn't help it as her fingers wrapped around the flesh, her palm smoothing very lightly over the flesh, careful not to hurt him if possible. She didn't want to hear that the hideousness on his arm could never permanently be removed. She didn't want to hear it at all and it took a whole lot of restraint for her not to tighten her grip when she knew it would hurt him. Moira was not a vindictive woman but the resentment she had pent up from three years of marriage to a man she wasn't sure she could ever trust could bring out the worst in her. Slowly her fingers trailed once more over the pale skin and then she broke contact completely with him, crossing her arms behind her instead.

She knew that her question was redundant and stupid since there was no way Rabastan would ever be released from the hospital in his condition but he was right, she had just said it to fill the silence.

"We can wait a little while, I doubt there are many Healers around at this time anyway."

Her blue eyes trailed down his incapacitated form and she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. A minute ago he was just bossing her around in some sort of urgent, hysteric tone but now he was behaving as if they could possibly have some tea and sandwiches sent down.

"Did they happen to say what exactly is wrong?"

If he said they could 'wait a little while' then fine, she would. Glancing around behind her she spotted an uncomfortable looking chair and brought it over, sitting beside him but not close enough that he could touch her without hurting himself. "No," she replied in a much less sympathetic tone than she'd used when she first saw him. She smoothed out her dress and crossed her legs, avoiding his eyes for as long as possible. If she looked at him then in his pathetic state she'd melt like butter. She had little resolve when it came to her anger with him most times and now that couldn't have been more annoying.

"What were you doing tonight, Rabastan?" The question came with little ado, her eyes finally meeting his though she was determined to not feel sympathy for him. He probably did all of this to himself. He behaved like the selfish boy his parents brought him up to be and she wouldn't tolerate it because everyone had the chance to rise above their shitty circumstances but he refused for some reason. He stuck with what he knew. Well, that wasn't true…He'd progressed quite a bit since they first met. He didn't treat her like she was an inconvenience or for that matter just a convenience of marriage. He was ten times better than anything she could've hoped to marry considering her mother's desperation to see her married off. No, it wasn't even fair for her to compare Rabastan to any other man she could never love. She loved Rabastan and she hated to see him like this even if it was his own fault. He obviously didn't care very much for his own well-being or hers if he let himself get into harms way like this but he wasn't malicious, maybe stupid, but not malicious. Tears began to well up in her eyes and almost involuntarily she suddenly balled her fist and hit his arm, forgetting that that probably wasn't the best idea.

Squealing slightly as she realized what she'd done she grabbed his hand and held his arm, stroking the bare, rough skin lightly. "I'm sorry, darling," she murmured, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his mouth quickly, a surge of annoyance mixed with sadness overwhelming her.



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