Prophecies, Bloodshed, and Gays

Shara made a coughing sound. "S..so..cl..close." Shara did her best to look to be on death's door, which was mostly a grumpy looking pout.

Nahi huffed and lowered their sweater. “Happy?”

Shara giggled. "Perfect. My life is saved. Thank you, o' chosen one."

“Saving lives is my job. You’re lucky I would sacrifice myself for you.”

"I'm honored o' chosen one. How may I thank you for this wonderful service?"

Nahi shrugged. “I don’t need to be thanked. It’s my duty.”

"Still its my duty to thank you."

“And it’s my duty to deny your thanks.”

"Pretty please!" Shara put on her best pout.

Nahi shook their head. “Nope.”

"Your thank you is going to be a kiss on the cheek. Does that change your mind?"

Nahi’s eyes blew wide. “I… I um…” They nodded.

Shara giggled and leaned down to leave a soft kiss on their cheek. "There you go. Thank you again o' chosen one."

Nahi giggled, rubbing the spot slightly.

Shara giggled in response. "Was it good?"