Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20150218074150/@comment-26219553-20150321104220

I smile wistfully as I plumb for depths of memory for the time that we first met... "Of course I do, love. Every other night, for better or worse..." Hearing this, she frowns, the grip of the hand cradling my head tightening slightly. "For better or worse? What are you implying?"

Realising what that sounded like, I quickly reassure her "No, I didn't mean it like THAT! It's just that... well, you remember when you first saw me in those woods? I'm pretty sure I was being strangled by that nutjob from the Order who'd finally caught me for "sympathising with abominations" after chasing me all day...". Her eyes darken noticeably at the recollection, but her grip relaxes, indicating the shift of her anger from me to the memory. "Oh. Him. I remember. Caught a sword to the chest saving you, didn't I?"

After seeing her get cut down trying to attack my attempted murderer, who got off me to go finish the job, I quickly grabbed a hefty branch from the ground and cracked him across the back of the skull. I don't know if I killed him, and, Lord forgive me, I don't care.

Remembering, my wife pulls my head up to hers and kisses me gently on the tip of my nose. "Thanks. You didn't have to help, you know." After spending a few years watching her fight, in retrospect, she's probably right. Still, after that scuffle, as soon as she could stand, I got dragged back to her cave and spent the next three days "donating" enough spirit energy to let her heal.

Back in the present, I notice that I'm being pushed slowly yet steadily onto my back as my wife straddles me. "You know something strange, darling? I don't know why, but-" at this, her faces contorts into an expression of mock agony before grinning- "I think that old sword wound is acting up again." I smile and wrap my arms around her, making myself comfortable for the next few hours. "Well, we can't have that now, can we?"