SIGRID

“Yes, but… it wasn’t necessary to get completely naked,” I tried to regain the confidence I didn’t feel.

“I have wounds all over my body, my lady,” he responded, completely unfazed.

I lifted my gaze to meet his.

As always, that golden eye never stopped observing my every move; some might find it unsettling.

But to me, it looked more like an abandoned puppy.

“Alright, but if you feel uncomfortable, you can cover your… your parts,” I said, walking toward him, my eyes on his chest, his damaged body.

I started focusing on all the whip scars and strange markings etched into his skin, likely from torture devices.

I sighed, standing there in front of Silas. How could I even think of looking at him with lust, imagining all that he’s suffered?

This Electra was a pig.

“Okay, stay right there. I’m going to draw some healing runes to treat you,” I explained, kneeling on the floor.

I made a small cut on my index finger and started painting the ancient symbols with my blood, trying to infuse