[Ianthe kissed her and kissed her and kissed her. With love and longing, conveying her fear and loneliness, and everything that had been in those moments she left messages to Gilia while she recovered.
She kissed away the tears and pressed her lips lovingly to the new scar. Ianthe could remove it, but she liked scars. It didn't make Gilia any less beautiful, but if her wife ever asked, she would see to it.]
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She kissed away the tears and pressed her lips lovingly to the new scar. Ianthe could remove it, but she liked scars. It didn't make Gilia any less beautiful, but if her wife ever asked, she would see to it.]