(CW: some tit-play, no actual sex)
A/N: I hope this answers some of the anatomical questions a few of my readers have been having!
—ZORYN—
"Roan, can you help wash my back? I can feel the sand fusing with my skin," I hold the rag out to him.
We are sitting in my tent with a basin of what used to be clean water, and I have been scrubbing blood and grime off myself for twenty minutes, and all that's left is my back.
Roan nods shakily and takes the rag from my hand. He has been carefully avoiding looking at me since I took my top off, but he seems to have steeled his resolve. My friend stands behind me, gently brushing my hair away to gain full access to my back.
"You're already healing up," he notes, taking a gentle swipe at my skin.
"Duh, I'm a dragon," I say, leaning forward slightly to offer more skin. "Scrub harder, no blood will come off like that."
