Fuck.

[A pronouncement full of such gravitas he doesn't even think to invoke inappropriate body parts of Thal or Azeyma or Halone or anyone.]

...Come here, then. Another thirty seconds won't hurt these wounds any more than they are already.

[Carefully setting the supplies aside, he hooks his hand around to rest at the nape of Ryn's neck and draws him forward a little, kissing him softly.]

I didn't realize. I'm sorry.