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Vincent couldn't believe that she didn't want his life for what he had done. His hands ached something fierce as she took him to the river and dressed his wounds. The sting aggravated him but the numbing afterwards calmed him. Her hands were so gentle as they glided over the knuckles that were broken and the ones that were just cut and bruised.
Vincent's eyes fell on Beauty and once again something stirred within him. This wasn't he warming of a frozen heart, but something he had never felt before. He needed Beauty more now than ever. This feeling was foreign, uncomfortable and yet soothing and a blessing to a man who deserved nothing.
"I want to bury Kale..." She stated as she worked his knuckles.
Vincent nodded, "I will help you, if you'll let me." As she finished, Vincent turned his hands palms up and took her hands in his. That feeling in his stomach repeated. He smiled at her, "I'll need to tie up the prisoner first."
Next, Vincent did something he hadn't done since the last time he held the hands of the women in his family. He brought her hands to his lips and kissed them softly. It was out of respect, nothing more, or so he ought. His stomach repeated the same thing as before.
When he stood and only after he helped her to her feet did he release her hands, "Because of how badly I beat him," Vincent flashed an apologetic look, "He won't be able to walk. He'll have to use your horse. Would you mind riding with me on Dia?"
Vincent's eyes fell on Beauty and once again something stirred within him. This wasn't he warming of a frozen heart, but something he had never felt before. He needed Beauty more now than ever. This feeling was foreign, uncomfortable and yet soothing and a blessing to a man who deserved nothing.
"I want to bury Kale..." She stated as she worked his knuckles.
Vincent nodded, "I will help you, if you'll let me." As she finished, Vincent turned his hands palms up and took her hands in his. That feeling in his stomach repeated. He smiled at her, "I'll need to tie up the prisoner first."
Next, Vincent did something he hadn't done since the last time he held the hands of the women in his family. He brought her hands to his lips and kissed them softly. It was out of respect, nothing more, or so he ought. His stomach repeated the same thing as before.
When he stood and only after he helped her to her feet did he release her hands, "Because of how badly I beat him," Vincent flashed an apologetic look, "He won't be able to walk. He'll have to use your horse. Would you mind riding with me on Dia?"