An ever-so-soft hum could be heard from him once he felt the tips of her fingers touch his scalp, the remaining tension in his shoulders suddenly disappearing.
''Not at all...I could use this.'' he replied softly, leaning his head back just slightly.
“My opponent decided it would be a good idea to use my hair against me.” He explained with a small groan, “it was a literal headache.”
The gentle sensation of her carefully combing the knots out of his hair was a welcomed change
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He trusts her the most, he said...
How can she not smile from ear to ear after hearing this?
"Thank you~ I´m glad that you think of me like this, even though we´re from opposing sides."
His hair is so soft and smooth~ Even in this messy state.
You made quite a mess. Hard fight?"
and the healing pods in the infirmary were working overtime to keep up with all the injured soldiers. His injury was considered mild compared to them but it did leave him unable to fully care for himself.
“Is there REALLY no one else who’d be able to do this.” He mumbled still mostly dressed aside from a shirt in the ship’s washing room.
Zarbon had sustained a nasty injury to his chest and right arm during his last mission
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