Love Heals [Yassia]

[Oliver Strathmore of Mercia]

"Thank you."

The words may be too simple for Yassia, but to Oliver it was more than enough. Oliver would do anything for Yassia in a heartbeat. Anything she would ask of him, he would do with all his heart and mind, there was no question of that. Of course, he knew he just had to be careful though. He had to admit he was treading on fragile grounds now with Edmund coming into the picture. Oliver had to be careful his actions would not jeopardize whatever plans Edmund has for or with Yassia. He had after all made that vow to her to put his people and his family first before himself. "We are here for you," Oliver remarked with a smile.

When she gave him her preferred schedule for their meeting, Oliver nodded and made a mental note about it. He was actually quite excited about working with her. He wanted to know more about Ailantha, her story, her people, her family. And then of course, he wanted to spend more time with her. Yes, he was truly determined not to tell Edmund, selfish and childish as that may sound. "No, you had every right to demand that you be heard as well. I guess we're just not used to having a princess around," Oliver said with a smile. "I look forward to our little study session next week."

Oliver watched the interaction between Marcus and Yassia with interest. In such a short time, the two seemed to have connected quite easily and comfortably, perhaps owing to their shared knowledge and experience in the practice of healing. That was a good thing, or so at least he thought so until Marcus started speaking in a rather suggestive tone. It was as if he was hinting at something, something that Oliver was totally clueless about.

"...so I’m sparing you that while Princess Yassia here dresses your wound.”

He really should no longer be surprise to know that Yassia was going to dress his wound. Just because Marcus was already there doesn't mean, he was going to takeover from Yassia now. In essence, Yassia had become the head healer so to speak, and Marcus was only willing to be her able assistant. Even after the white moss and the decoction, his skin still felt electric whenever Yassia's fingers brushed against his bare skin. At the rate this was going, all this electric current passing through between him and Yassia was going to electrocute them if they don't do anything about it. This wonderful kind of tension that was lying just beneath the surface was starting to get a little too much to handle that Oliver almost wanted to bolt out of that table and away from Yassia. Or else...or else, he just might take her in his arms right there and then and---he stopped that train of thought. It was a good thing Marcus was with them.

"Are we done? Am I cleared to go?" he asked after Yassia pressed the soused cloth over his wound. Oliver didn't mean to sound impatient. He just needed to get away as soon as he could for now, away from Yassia, away from her mesmerizing scent, her overwhelming presence. Oliver had to take a deep breath to calm himself and rein it all in. He needed control. That was the least he could do for himself, for Yassia...for Mercia.