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Having had the water dumped on him as well, Nachytsm simply sat there. That made sense. He could sense Ana was being playful about it, but he told himself it only made sense to rinse him off after scrubbing him with soap. That was all there was to it. All there was.

Nachytsm was almost panicked. He had to say something. He started to open his mouth to speak, but Ana got to it first.

She kissed him. It was nothing like Dhaelhel, lusting and forceful. No, Ana's lips were timid, soft. Inviting. It made Nachytsm's head spin. Ana pulled away from the stunned man before he could even think of a response.

She said she cared. She couldn't care. Even if she felt she did, she couldn't care for him.

Nachytsm's throat was dry when he managed a response. "You can't. You can't... care about me. I'm a monster. I've done... terrible things." It was the most she'd heard him speak since coming back to the time period. Nachytsm's head, despite the spinning, felt remarkably clear.

That scared him, too. Lear wasn't bothering him. He was alone. He was thinking for himself, with no external influence, and he knew what he wanted. He knew he couldn't take it. She had no idea what he was, so he had to tell her.

"I'm a Demon." He looked away. He could tell she was shivering from the cold. He wanted to comfort her. Warm her body with his own. Heal her still untended wound.

He focused on that, suddenly. "You're still hurt," he said, not meeting her eyes. "You want my help or not?"