Her face did hurt while he worked his heat magic over it, and she swore she could almost feel the vessels being cauterized as the heat burned through and around them. But it was a minor pain, nothing compared to what she'd felt the day she'd earned the scar on her mouth he seemed so found of. In fact nothing by comparison to the bite he'd delivered in the shower three days ago, but she declined to tell him that, because it would only hurt him.

She made no sound while he worked over the damage but gasped at the freezing chill from his thumbs. She hadn't known he could do that, and fuck-damn that was cold. Still she bit her tongue until he stopped and then murmured, "Thank you, love. You're good to me."