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A Better Beginning (Chapter 4)

Lord Shaxx looks from the Iron Lord to the Hunter in his arms. "Go back to the house, I'll be along soon.”

She starts to gesture in the direction of the Iron Lords' lodging but he takes her hand in his own instead.

"We'll tell him in the morning." He assures her, touching her cheek with his free hand, "Go on."

She doesn't argue. She gives a polite nod to Lord Felwinter and disappears around the corner.

With the Hunter gone, Shaxx folds his arms over his chest and meets the Warlock's gaze. Even from here, he can tell something is wrong. The Iron Lords don't often ask for assistance beyond their ranks.

"What is it?"

Felwinter paces a few steps closer, casting his gaze around the secluded street. When he speaks, the Exo sounds exhausted, as if whatever this is has robbed him of any rest for some time, "I have some concerns..."

"Regarding?" Shaxx tilts his head, his brow furrowed beneath his helm.

"I have been unable to make contact with Lord Timur in some time."

So, that's what this is about. His partner.

"His last known location was just North of here. He was investigating some Golden Age tech rumored to be there." Felwinter clasps his hands behind his back. There is more to it than what he's saying, that much is clear. But Shaxx understands why he cannot reveal it.

"I'm afraid your partner did not venture near the fortress," the Titan returns calmly.

The Warlock nods thoughtfully, "I don't like asking for favors, Shaxx, but--"

"Then you needn't ask." He interjects, taking a step closer as his arms settle at his sides. "I'll send scouts to the North in the morning."

Felwinter seems to relax a little, the stiffness ebbing from his stance. "Thank you."

"Of course. I presume that is where you all are headed at dawn?"

"No." He looks away and the Warlord could swear he detects a shadow of resentment in the Exo's voice when he speaks, "Saladin caught wind of a Warlord to the South wreaking havoc. He believes it's the same one your Hunter encountered."

Shaxx nods slowly. Felwinter would rather go North, find his partner - it's obvious in his frame even in the shadow of night. But his duty to the Iron Lords prevent it. He's entrusting Timur's safe return to Shaxx - something the Titan does not take lightly. He may not be fond of the Warlock nor Iron Lords in general, but from where he stands now, Felwinter isn't an Iron Lord asking for assistance - he is a man desperate to see his lover again.

And Shaxx will not deny him that.

"I will send word when I have something. If it helps, Saladin can speak to the Hunter about the Warlord before your departure in the morning."

Felwinter nods solemnly, "I'll relay the message...I take it she's decided to stay?"

"She has."

Another nod, "Congratulations, I suppose. Saladin was really hoping she'd come along."

Shaxx snorts softly, "I have no doubt of that. But as I said before, she will be cared for here.”

“In more ways than one.”

It’s a jab. A teasing one. And Shaxx almost smiles. Felwinter isn’t one to joke often, perhaps it's his way of distracting from the nagging anxiety the Exo is no doubt experiencing. Or perhaps he just wants to make sure Shaxx knows he saw what nearly transpired in the street. Either way, Shaxx is not concerned with what he’ll tell Saladin.

The Hunter chose him. Whether it stems from personal attachment or mere need, the Titan is uncertain. But she’s staying, going against a Hunter’s nature and he prays it’s something that continues - if only for a little while.

He snaps from his musings, noting the Warlock’s gaze turning toward the wall - toward the mountain.

“Saladin’s talking about building a city…” He says at last and Shaxx straightens, “After we beat the Warlords.”

“A city? We haven’t had one in—“

“Forever. I know.” Felwinter looks back to Shaxx, “I imagine you and your people will be welcome there as well.”

Shaxx shakes his head, “Warlords - regardless of who bears the title, whatever their intentions - won’t be welcome in whatever city Saladin founds.”

“You don’t know that.” Felwinter returns evenly, scanning the mountainside before looking back to Shaxx, “You stay on his good side, he’ll swallow his pride long enough for you and your people to move in.”

Now he knows Felwinter is compensating. Two jokes.

Shaxx shakes his head with a small smile, "I admire your optimism, Lord Felwinter."

"Yeah, wish I did too," the Exo mutters before addressing Shaxx once more. "We move at dawn...you know how to reach me if you find anything about Timur?"

Of course he knows but he nods solemnly all the same, "You will be the first to know."

He seems to relax a bit as he offers a quick nod, "Goodnight, Lord Shaxx."

The Warlord waits until the Warlock is out of sight before heaving a weighted sigh and heading toward his home. It seems he'll be leaving the fortress far sooner than he anticipated. If Timur is in trouble--

He shakes his head. This can be addressed in the morning. For now, he has other priorities.

Namely a Hunter who will have likely already made herself comfortable in his bed. He really should look into other living arrangements for her but something tells him she likes the way things are.

Up on the wall - she could have chosen any number of words to express her want to remain in the fortress. But she just...took his hand. In the alley, if Felwinter hadn't come along--

Steady, Shaxx. We needn't broach that tonight. He scolds himself, shaking away the image as he opens the front door and steps inside. He has spent the last few days at her side, now is not any different.

Or is it?

He treads down the hall, pausing in the doorway when he notices the bed is empty. His eyes dart and he finally relaxes when he sees her perched near the window.

"Thought you'd be in bed by now," he says, drawing her gaze away from the street and to his helm.

"Not particularly tired." She returns, making no move to stand.

"That makes one of us," he moves over to the other side of the bed, beginning to shed his armor. "In the morning, I'll make arrangements for you to stay with--"

"You don't want me to stay here?" She interrupts though her voice is tentative. He has a sense the tone is only to veil the panic in her eyes.

"I didn't think you'd want to. Winter lasts quite a while in this region, I presumed you'd want your own space."

"I'm content here." She says quietly, "If it's alright with you?"

"Of course it is." He removes his helmet, setting it on the bedside table just before he pivots to face her, "But the option remains should you change your mind."

She nods and as she leans back in her chair, he enjoys the way her eyes drift over him in an appraising manner. They linger on his chest for a moment too long before her chin dips and she looks to the fireplace. He notes for the first time that her boot is propped on the window sill and she is very much still in the clothes she'd worn all day.

"Perhaps something more comfortable might make you sleepy?" He picks up the shirt she'd slept in the night before and tosses it to her.

She looks down at it as the fabric plops in her lap and he isn't sure he can make out her expression in the waning firelight.

"What is it?" He asks as he removes his boots, taking a seat on the mattress.

Her fingers brush along the fabric, "You're sure?"

"Sure about what, Hunter?"

"...I can stay?" She asks softly, finally meeting his gaze.

There is uncertainty. Concern. And dare he suggest a fragment of hopefulness in her eyes.

"Yes, of course I am. Why?" He frowns, pushing up to his feet and approaches her.

"Feel like I'm imposing--"

He crouches down beside her, studying her features intently for a moment before rising just enough to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

It's the first time he's crossed this line. Showing affection in a manner like this. But when she doesn't jolt away, relief washes over him.

"You're doing nothing of the sort," he murmurs and he can almost feel the uncertainty drain away from her. She leans into his touch, her hand carefully cradling his against her cheek.

It's adorable.

The pad of his thumb traces along a scar over her cheekbone and he closes his eyes. "I want you to stay," he says firmly.

He can feel the subtle shift of her cheek as she smiles. Her head turns, her lips pressing a soft kiss against his palm and his chest constricts.

Steady, Shaxx.

"It's time for bed." He says a bit too quickly and he knows she noticed, "You should get changed."

"You're in here--"

"I won't look," he vows with a soft smile, pulling away enough to see her face. "Promise."

She laughs, squeezing his hand and gives him a light shove. The Warlord makes it up to his feet and heads back over to the bed. He keeps his eyes forward, listening to the Hunter stand and the rustle of clothing as she starts to undress.

"I'm sure Lord Felwinter will pass along your decision but you should still see them off with me in the morning." He remarks, pulling the covers back and trying to busy himself with them as he continues, "It'll be an early morning, so you should try and get some rest. I imagine our sleeping arrangement from last night might be sufficient."

He is aware it sounds like a ramble now. Anything to keep the mood in the room nonchalant and hopefully, her relaxed.

Or perhaps it's for his own sake.

"Shaxx?"

"Yes, Hunter?"

Her footsteps are barely detectable against the floorboards but he does not shift his gaze until her palm presses against his bicep. He looks down and she offers a gentle smile. His eyes flit to the fabric hanging off her like an oversized dress and he straightens.

Somehow, his shirt looks better on her - despite its size.

"You seem nervous."

He blinks and his eyes snap to hers, "I do?"

She nods solemnly.

"Well, it has been a long night," he gestures to the mattress for her to climb up onto but she remains where she is.

She quirks an eyebrow and even when it's this dark, he can read the skepticism in those eyes.

"Don't look at me that way," he tries a laugh, stepping back just enough to sweep her up into his arms before laying her on the bed. "It's time to sleep."

She snorts in amusement as he pulls away and moves to the other side of the bed.

"Were you this awkward last night?"

"Awkward, you say?" He returns indignantly, "Why would I--"

She tilts her head with a knowing smirk and the Warlord drags the blankets up, letting them flop over her head.

"Perhaps if you had been--" he pauses, deciding it best not to tease her about the nightgown like shirt, "less inclined to snuggle at every opportunity," he finishes when she pulls the blanket back with a smile.

She quirks a brow, studying his face and he swears the pettiness just creeps into her eyes before she shifts onto her side - facing away from him.

"Now, hold on--"

"You said you didn't want snuggles."

He adjusts his blankets as he too, shifts onto his side. His arm locks around her waist and drags the laughing Hunter back against his chest, "I said nothing of the sort." He leans in, hot breath cascading against the side of her neck, "You were already asleep and did not give me permission."

"...I am now." Her head turns and Shaxx lifts his head to look at her. There's a sort of daze in her eyes and he realizes, for the first time, her fingers are hooked around his on her waist.

"Then there shouldn't be any awkwardness," he whispers with a soft smile.

A slow smile spreads across her lips and she nods. Her body presses back against his and he forces himself to lay down. He keeps her close, hyper aware of every breath, every twitch, every inch of her and just how close he is holding her.

But if she shares these reservations, she does not let them show. Her fingers are curled around his tightly, her body nearly completely relaxed against his.

"How do you expect to sleep when you're so tense?" She mutters into the darkness.

Shaxx realizes then that she is very aware of their position - she just doesn't care.

"I'm not that tense," he protests, curling around her a bit more as if that will prove his point.

She laughs softly and it brings a smile to his face. She snuggles back against him, her spine pressed against his chest and there's very nearly a hitch in his breathing. He trails his thumb over her knuckles, willing himself to relax against her. It only works somewhat, but it's enough that his Hunter lets out a hum of approval.

"Goodnight, Hunter," he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head and she mumbles something back, already drifting off it seems.

So much for not being tired.

It strikes him that she could have just been waiting for him, but that would be ridiculous. She's not that attached as to need him present in order to fall asleep. No, perhaps she merely needed to process the day and it just happened to coincide with when he returned.

Whatever the case, Shaxx allows his eyes to sag shut, holding the Light-Bearer in his arms close as he too, drifts off.

His last thought lingers on her and how he could get used to this.

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The Hunter sticks close to Lord Shaxx's side as they head toward the gate. Though their hands brush, she does not take his as they walk. The Warlord seems to be in good humor - despite her nearly taking his head off this morning when he woke her.

She wishes she could stop doing that. But it seems ingrained for the moment. He doesn't complain, of course. Just gently guides the blade away from his throat, makes a joke about keeping it on his side of the bed from now on and she'd flushed a deep rose in response. But even that, he'd avoided commenting on. He is so unlike anyone she's ever met. So unbelievably patient and kind and cordial.

While the idea that it may just be an act has crossed her mind, maintaining that sort of act for prolonged periods would leave room for missteps, but she hasn't noticed any. So, for the moment, she feels safe enough to enjoy his company. To tease him and make remarks. She's spoken to him more than she's spoken to anyone since she was first rezzed. It's...nice, almost. To have someone to talk to, to share a bed with, to hold during the night.

She just prays she doesn't become too reliant before this is all over.

"Lord Saladin." Shaxx greets the Iron Lord and draws the Hunter's focus from her thoughts to the trio by the gate.

"Shaxx," Saladin returns gruffly as his gaze zeroes in on her. "Have you made your decision, Hunter?"

It's expectant. Sharp and to the point.

She straightens slightly, "As much as I appreciate your offer, I've decided to remain here with Lord Shaxx for the winter. There's a great deal I can learn from him."

Saladin nods solemnly, though dare she suggest there's a twinge of disapproval in his voice when he speaks, "Fair enough. Should you ever change your mind, Shaxx can get word to us."

She offers a polite nod of acknowledgement and is grateful when the Iron Lord shifts his gaze to the Titan beside her.

"Felwinter informed me of what the two of you discussed last night. Keep us updated."

"I will," the Warlord returns calmly. He must be used to the intensity by now. How curt and sharp the Iron Lord speaks. She wanted to shy away the instant he set his eyes on her - she felt very much like prey in that moment. The only thing that stayed her feet was the notion that Shaxx would never let anything happen to her, least of all while he was at her side.

"Good. Then I bid you both a farewell," Saladin slides his helmet on and turns to leave, Efrideet and Felwinter close behind.

Shaxx waits until the gates have closed before he turns to the Hunter. She feels his gaze before she feels his hand on her shoulder but it's the latter that draws her eyes to his helmet.

"Are you alright?" He questions softly and by the caution in his touch, she can tell he's somehow afraid of breaking her.

She nods solemnly, placing her hand over his and squeezes.

"...you're sure staying here is what you want?"

He must be second guessing her decision again. Trying to ensure she knows the magnitude of her choice while simultaneously granting her an opportunity to choose another path.

But she is where she wants to be.

"I'm sure," she tilts her head with a soft smile and that seems to put his mind at ease.

"Alright." He nods solemnly and starts back toward the fortresses square, "We should--"

"What did you and Felwinter discuss last night?" She interrupts, falling into step beside him.

"A search for his partner," he supplies albeit reluctantly. "I don't suppose you've come across any Warlock Iron Lords lately?"

She shakes her head, "The first Light-Bearers I encountered were those Warlord goons and their boss. And even then, none of them bore the sigil."

Shaxx nods thoughtfully, "Seems we'll have to go off Felwinter’s intel then."

"What does that mean?" She takes half a step closer, searching his visor anxiously.

His head tilts down toward her and his demeanor shifts. "It means I may have to delay your training for a time." He lays a hand on her shoulder, "We'll worry about that when the time comes. For now, I have a surprise for you."

Her anxiety subsides a fraction as she tilts her head, "A surprise?"

"Yes. I've had Banshee forge some armor for you. It should be ready this morning."

A smile breaks across her lips and she nods eagerly.

"Come on," he chuckles softly and she falls into step beside him very quickly.

Despite her excitement, the elements have made themselves known after being outside for so long. The early morning is cold. Shaxx wasn't kidding when he said the temperatures would be dropping sooner than later. Even her Solar energy doesn't seem enough to quite ward off the chill seeping into her bones.

The Hunter folds her arms over her chest, longing for the tattered remnants of her cloak to act as somewhat of a barrier against the elements but Shaxx insists he has something better when they reach the forge.

For now, the Warlord notes her shivering frame and she finds his scarf being bestowed upon her once more. It's warm. There is no simple way around it. The fabric feels lighter than the last time she wore it but it shields her from the wind and she is grateful for it. She looks up at him but his eyes remain forward, his hand gently entwining around hers.

"I'm sure you'll like the armor I've had made."

There isn't a doubt in her mind that she will.

She bumps into him slightly, a playful sort of show of appreciation that spurs a soft snort from Shaxx.

When they reach Banshee's forge, Shaxx opens the door, calling out. "Banshee! Are you in here?"

There's silence for a moment before some muffled grumbling comes from across the room. The Exo emerges a moment later, rubbing at his eyes.

"What have I said about sleeping in here? You have a home, Banshee." Shaxx reprimands though his sternness is overshadowed with amusement.

"Was up late finishing this. Didn't feel like walking." The Exo retorts, shuffling over to a workbench in the farthest corner of the forge.

"You didn't have to stay up that late," Shaxx shakes his head but the Hunter catches hold of his forearm and he seems to understand.

"You'll be sure to rest after we're done here," he says, his tone a touch gentler.

The Weaponsmith nods, already lifting a stack of armor and carries it over to them. He sets it on the bench between them and the Hunter reaches out, laying a hand on the chestplate.

"Should fit. Might be a bit heavy to start after what you're used to but you'll adjust." Banshee returns, holding out the helmet to her.

"Thank you, Banshee." She smiles gently, accepting the helmet and begins to admire it.

"Not a problem. Oh, one more thing," Banshee moves toward another wall, picking something up before returning. "Not much, but it'll keep you warm."

The Hunter sets down the helmet and tentatively accepts the folded material in the Weaponsmith's arms. She unfurls it and a smile breaks across her lips.

It's a new cloak. Fur along the neckline, Shaxx's sigil woven into the fibers of the cloak and the hood looks warm.

She looks between Shaxx and Banshee, unsure who to thank first.

"Seems she likes it," Shaxx laughs, clapping Banshee on the back.

The Exo huffs out a chuckle, "Good. That thing took longer than the armor."

She lunges forward, hugging Banshee tightly and he stiffens before awkwardly patting a shoulder while Shaxx laughs.

"Thank you," she manages before stepping back sheepishly.

"You're welcome. Hope it serves you well."

"I know it will," Shaxx answers for her. "Get some real rest now. You've more than earned it."

Banshee gives a half-hearted wave before leaving the forge.

The Hunter waits until the door closes before she hugs Shaxx, squeezing him tightly.

The Warlord laughs, binding his arms around her smaller frame. "I'm glad you like the armor," he says, rubbing her back.

"I can't repay you for this. For any of this." She wrenches her eyes shut, her hold on the cloak tightening. This is all surreal. She…he didn't have to do this. She thought after getting here, after all he's done, this would be something he'd leave for a later time.

"There is no repayment I'd accept." He gives her a gentle squeeze. "Your gratitude is enough, Hunter."

"You can't tell me you'd do the same for any other New Light–"

"But you're not another New Light." Shaxx interjects calmly, guiding her back a step so he can see her face. "I have had Banshee forge armor for other New Lights, but only when I'm sure they've earned it. Our first meeting was proof enough for me that you deserve this. You sacrificed yourself for the innocent. That is why you deserve this." He touches her cheek lightly.

"...you're sure it's not just because I share your bed?" She snorts, breaking into a sheepish smile.

"Positive." He chuckles, lowering his head to rest against hers. "Now…you should try on the armor. Banshee worked very hard on it and if he doesn't see you in it today, he'll get angry."

She snorts and withdraws, turning back to the workbench to admire the armor. It's simple but there's an elegance to it. A unique sort of touch that suits her well. Her hand brushes along the chestplate before she finally removes Shaxx’s scarf and hands it off to the Warlord. The next moment, she begins the process of armoring up.

Shaxx tries to help, of course. Aiding in securing the bindings and a few times, she nearly gets lost in his touch. The worst came when he knelt before her to adjust a stiff leather strap along her thigh guard. She'd had to look anywhere but at the Titan and instead, occupied herself with securing her gauntlets in place.

"There we are!" Shaxx beams, rising to his full height as she tugs her hood up and adjusts the rim around her helmet. "You look…" he steps back, gaze sweeping over her and she is grateful her helmet veils the blush creeping along her cheeks. "Marvelous!"

She chuckles softly, taking a few steps to and fro to get a feeling for the weight of it.

It's not bad. Lighter than she assumed it would be and definitely more comfortable than the mismatched fragments she'd worn before.

"Care to take it for a test run?" Shaxx is over by the door in an instant, already holding it open for her.

She nods eagerly and follows him out to what looks like a training arena. The entire thing is impressive but when Shaxx takes up a position opposite her, the Hunter grows nervous, retreating half a step.

"What is it?" Shaxx asks, concern creeping into his tone.

"You want me to fight you?" She asks apprehensively.

"Who else would you fight?"

"I…" She falls silent. Of course she'd fight him. Who else would he pit her against? She hasn't seen any other Light-Bearers in the fortress yet. It was stupid to–

"Don't worry. I'll take it easy on you. I need to get a feel for your skills as is, so this serves a dual-purpose." He assures her and she can hear the smile in his voice.

Very well.

She nods, taking a deep breath before dropping into a defensive stance. A lot of her fighting is instinct only. An ingrained muscle memory she doesn't quite understand yet but allows to take hold and guide her through combat.

So when Shaxx advances on her, she's a bit clumsy to start. The armor is different, but after a few minutes, she's adapted to its weight and mild movement restrictions and she pushes herself onto the offensive.

Her attacks are bold, Shaxx seems to struggle a fraction before, he too, picks up on the shift and suddenly, her attacks aren't as effective. Suddenly she's forced back onto the defensive and Shaxz drives her back with counters she can barely keep up with.

She's so fixated on him, she forgets to gage where she is and she trips over the bench behind her.

Shaxx grips her arm, keeping her from ending up on her ass but he doesn't help right her. He holds her in that precarious balance and tilts his head.

"I'm impressed."

She grips his wrist with her other hand and tries to pull herself forward to regain her balance. There isn't much room so when Shaxx relents and gives her a light tug, she ends up flush against him with the back of her knees pressed against the bench behind her.

She tries not to think too much of his arm around her waist, keeping her both upright and close to him.

"Your attacks were measured. Most I've trained get cocky right away, try to exploit any weakness they think they perceive. Your goal seemed to be to test my defenses. Test my own speed and what exactly you were up against."

She nods slowly, bracing her hand against his chest.

"We have an excellent starting point."

She smiles slightly and nods.

She's relieved he's pleased with her. But she didn't think she did that well. Regardless, Shaxx steps back and gives her space to right herself, stepping away from the bench behind her.

"I have some affairs to tend to this morning. You're welcome to wander the fortress but be careful not to get underfoot."

She nods, adjusting her hood even as the Warlord starts toward the fortress square.

He stills, casting a glance over his shoulder at her, "If you need anything, I won't be far."

She nods again and Shaxx heads off.

It seems she has the day to herself for the most part. She'll track down a meal and then…then it's time to rebuild strength.

After all, if she's going to stay, she'll need to earn her keep despite what Shaxx says.

She'll make him proud.

She has to.

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Felwinter said Timur was last heard from up North.

There are a few options but the best place to start is the villages that border those ruins. He's deployed scouts to those regions, see if they can't pick up on the Iron Lord's trail and when they do, Shaxx will take things from there.

He leans back in his seat, lifting his helmet off to rub at his eyes. They hurt from staring at the mountain of reports that piled up while he was away. He doesn't want to think of all the staring at that map, cross-referencing known ruins with it? He's in for a headache sooner rather than later.

The Warlord closes his eyes, willing himself to relax for a few minutes but his mind continues to dart. To jump from one task to another and he realizes he needs some air if he has any hope of focusing for the remainder of the day.

He rises, sliding his helmet back on and finally notes the time. It's late afternoon. He must have worked longer than he thought.

He does wonder what his…the Hunter got up to in his absence. Perhaps it's best to check on her. It'll give him time away from these reports and gives him an excuse to see her.

He begins a trek around the fortress, silently searching for her and he's surprised to find her in the arena. It's clear she's been there awhile, currently working over one of the punching bags.

She isn't wearing her armor though and he notes she tore the sleeves off her shirt. She's coated in sweat and he's almost proud in that instant.

"Hunter!" He calls as she lands one more firm blow.

Her head turns a fraction before she straightens up, wiping her face with the neckline of her shirt as she pivots to face him. He wills his gaze away from the exposed patch of skin along her torso and instead fixates on her features.

She looks exhausted but satisfied.

"It seems you've been busy." He remarks, stopping short of her.

The Hunter nods and he can see the excitement in her eyes.

"Have you been at this all afternoon?"

She nods again.

"Well, I'm pleased that you're so enthusiastic about training but you are still recovering. Don't push too far too fast."

The Hunter tilts her head with a sheepish smile, letting him guide her over to the bench to take a seat. Shaxx orders a passing guard to retrieve some water before he takes a seat beside her. He watches her wipe the sweat from her brow and try to steady her breathing. His eyes flit along her shoulders, noting a few scars that lingered post-rez and his hands curl into fists in his lap.

She must have noticed the movement out of the corner of her eye because her head snaps toward him, eyes flickering from his fists to his visor.

There is apprehension there. Confusion. Perhaps even a fragment of fear but when he realizes, Shaxx eases. He reaches over, taking her hand in his own and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s alright.”

“Are you upset…with me?” She asks softly.

An anxious little thing, isn’t she? An odd contrast to her bold nature the previous evening but he’s sure it will pass.

Shaxx shakes his head, squeezing her hand again. “Of course not.”

Her spine straightens as she gestures vaguely to his rigid form and he chuckles softly.

“Nothing slips by you, does it?”

She looks down at their hands, tracing a thumb along a seam of leather. There is a subtle tremor to her touch, a fragment of emotion finding its way to her eyes as they follow the movement of her fingers along his glove.

He should tell her the reasoning, he should reassure her that it has nothing to do with her and everything to do with the Warlord who did this to her. He should say something but he fears making her self-conscious of the marred ridges peeking out from beneath the fabric of her shirt. Instead, he squeezes her hand, “It was nothing important. Passing thought. Ah! Here’s your water.” His demeanor shifts to something light and, hopefully, soothing.

He reaches up, accepting the tall mug from the guard before handing it off to the Hunter. She looks apprehensively from the mug to his helmet until he nods encouragingly. Only then does she drink from it and he watches the relief wash over her features.

“You can get water when you need it,” he chuckles softly, binding an arm around her shoulders to jostle her lightly.

She nods, leaning into him a bit more before she takes another sip. The silence that follows seems to be enough to settle the Hunter’s frayed nerves the rest of the way. She crosses her legs in front of her, sagging against his side as her head angles back against his shoulder.

“Are you falling asleep?” He murmurs, almost reluctant to ask if it means stirring her from rest.

Her head bobs to the side a bit, almost like a head shake without the commitment of moving her head entirely.

Shaxx chuckles softly, readjusting his grip on her shoulders enough to bind an arm over her torso to prevent her from toppling over. “You should return to the house if you want to sleep.”

Her hand darts to his, gripping it immediately.

She doesn’t need to speak for him to know exactly what that means: Don’t leave me. Not right now.

“Alright,” he eases himself free for an instant as she sits up. “Come with me. You can rest in my study.”

He stands, moving to collect her armor as she swings her legs onto the ground. Traveler, she looks exhausted - a shadow of what he’d seen in her eyes when he first found her but still. She’d pushed herself too far too quickly. She would have benefitted from one more day of rest before hurling herself into something so intense.

Still, he's sure she'll be fine after tonight.

Her arm loops around his own, drawing him from his thoughts and he smiles.

Shaxx guides her from the arena and back home. The walk is slow, her legs very clearly unsteady from the workout. She keeps tugging on his arm at odd points, almost as if she's trying to catch herself from falling.

When they finally reach the house, Shaxx guides her to the bathroom to clean up before he deposits her armor in his room. He's quick to find her a change of clothing before returning to the bathroom door and knocking lightly.

It cracks open a fraction.

"Here, something to change into."

A soft thank you drifts out of the room as she takes the clothes and Shaxx is sure to divert his gaze just in case.

"Shaxx?" She asks softly.

"Yes?"

"…thank you. For your help. For the armor. For everything."

His chest flutters and he steals a slight glimpse of her sheepish smile. Now his heart is clenching and he can't bring himself to care. He watches her divert her eyes before closing the door and he finally finds the sense to return to his study.

He opens a data pad but he doesn't remember a word for the next twenty minutes. He finds himself listening for her, any loud clatters like her hitting the floor. So when she finally steps inside the study, Shaxx can feel himself relax.

He…hadn’t given her a change of her own clothes. At least, not the shirt. It’s one of his. He must have grabbed it absently but the rest is hers. She shuffles further inside the room, casting her eyes about as Shaxx rises from his desk and approaches her.

He drapes the scarf around her shoulders, drawing her eyes up to his visor and she smiles slightly. Shy. Adorable. He tucks a few strands of wet hair away from her face before his fingers trace along her cheekbone.

“Feel better?”

She nods, sharp emerald darting over his helmet for a weighted moment.

“Is the couch alright?” His voice softens, something he rarely hears from himself but…she has the effect on him. To be gentle. To soften his demeanor for her sake. To waylay any panic he notes in those emerald eyes.

She manages another nod, cradling his hand against her cheek. There is a question in her eyes but he can’t decipher it.

“Ask,” he coaxes, guiding her over to the couch.

She shakes her head.

He snorts softly, “Come now. It can’t be that bad.”

“You have work to do,” she mumbles, seating herself on the couch.

Lord Shaxx kneels down in front of her, studying her for a long moment before taking her hand. “Ask.”

She looks from his hand atop hers to his eyes and takes a shaky breath. “Stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?” There is uncertainty in her voice, an apprehension he wants to put to rest.

He squeezes her hand, tossing a look over his shoulder at the desk thoughtfully. When she tries to pull her hand from his, Shaxx’s fingers curl tighter around her hand to keep her still.

“Shaxx–”

“I have an idea. Stand up.” He turns his gaze back to her as he pushes himself upright. He pulls her to her feet and maneuvers her to the side before squatting down, hoisting the couch up.

“Sha–” She cuts herself off as he carries it over by the desk, inspecting the space before setting the couch down as close to his chair as he could get it. He steps next to the desk, angling it slightly to accommodate the couch addition, sliding it a bit in front of it and moves his chair to its proper place.

“There.” He turns to face her and there’s an expression he can’t quite identify etched into her features.

Amusement? Perhaps a hint of relief? Her cheeks are a touch flushed, but he tries not to read into that too much as he gestures to the couch.

“Now you can be close.” He holds out his hand to her.

She steps closer, accepting the outstretched appendage as her eyes sweep over the new set up. She hugs him a moment later, squeezing his waist as tightly as she can manage and he chuckles.

“Thank you,” her voice is muffled against his chest.

“You’re welcome, Hunter. Now, you should rest.”

She’s slow to recoil but she gives a firm nod. He watches her ease onto the couch and make herself comfortable before he takes a seat at his desk.

The Hunter looks entirely too happy about this new arrangement. She curls up beneath his scarf and while Shaxx starts to shift his focus back to the data pad before him, the back of her hand settles against the side of his leg.

A singular point of contact.

He looks from her hand to her features but her eyes are already closed. She looks comfortable and there is an ease in her features.

His chest clenches in an odd sort of way. He feels…he can’t even put into words how he feels right now. It’s as if everything has aligned. As if this moment in his study, surrounded by nothing but the soft crackle of the fireplace and the comfortable quiet they’ve found is all he needs to be happy.

Shaxx removes his glove before his hand finds its way around hers, gently resting it atop his thigh. He can feel her fingers stiffen a moment before they relax against his skin.

Traveler, she’s adorable.

He occupies himself with gently stroking over her knuckles until he’s sure she’s asleep before shifting his focus back to the data pad on his desk. He refuses to release her hand so it makes things a touch more difficult but he enjoys it regardless.

An hour ticks by and he makes a decent amount of progress on the reports before the Hunter begins to stir. Not the awakening sort, but rather, a choked cry and a harsh grip on his hand. Murmured pleas, a panicked jolt back that startles her awake and Shaxx is already kneeling beside her, trying to spare her head a collision with the back of the couch. His palm pressed against the back of her skull, shielding it from the wooden board.

“It’s alright, Hunter. You’re safe,” he releases her hand, gently gripping her shoulder instead and her eyes snap up to his visor. The panic in them ebbs as she tries to catch her breath.

“Shaxx–” She murmurs, lurching forward and binding her arms around his neck.

“It’s alright. I’m here.” He whispers, holding her tightly as she struggles to compose herself. He can feel the tremors tearing along muscle, the vice grip around his neck, the ragged inhale and exhale against his shoulder. He feels it all until her breathing returns to normal. Until she tries to recoil but Shaxx does not relent.

Instead, he guides her arms back around his neck before rising a fraction - just enough to get his feet under him - before lifting her from the couch. She jerks into him, clinging to his shoulders as he turns them and takes a seat on the couch with her in his lap.

She doesn’t seem to have the energy to argue or fight him. Or perhaps, she prefers it this way. In either case, the Hunter settles in, burying her face against the side of his neck. The tension in her frame begins to ebb as he massages along her shoulders and back.

"You're safe," he vows, "I won't let anything hurt you, my little Hunter. Not so long as I live."

He isn't sure of the sound he receives in response - a cross between a whimper and a choked breath - but he is relieved that she presses closer. That she nuzzles against the side of his neck and presses a weak kiss to the leather fabric over his skin.

His chest clenches as his eyes wrench shut. He's aware his hold has doubled down, that she is locked against his chest but she offers no resistance, no inclination to pull away.

Don't leave me. Not tonight.

She hardly speaks and yet…he understands her clear as day.

"Alright. You win." His helmet angles down, bumping against her head gently. "Go back to sleep, Hunter. I'll be here when you awaken."

She tenses, almost like she's preparing to argue. To insist he has other priorities beyond her but when he squeezes her, her resistance falters. Her hand binds around his scarf and she snuggles into him with a whispered thank you.

"Never thank me for this." He murmurs, soothing her to sleep, "This…" he pauses, hesitating. This, he does because he cares for her a great deal. This, he does because he worries for her. This, he does because she needs a comfort after so much death.

This, he does, because Lord Shaxx would give anything to take her pain away. To see her smile and not tremble at the rise in his voice. To hear her laugh for the first time.

Someday, perhaps. But not now. Not yet.

For now, he holds his sleeping Hunter as tightly as he dares and he smiles.

"Never thank me for this, Hunter. This is the least I can do."

His voice softens to a barely audible whisper. His heart alight with a warmth he can't contain but must to let her rest.

"Sleep well, dearest. I'll be here when you awaken."

He couldn't be anywhere else.

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