Racqein could feel his ears burning, glad his shaggy hair concealed any discoloration. His blood helped Orfen heal, even more than Marsa had anticipated. And so when the priestess suggested Racqein give him a little more, he was happy to. Unfortunately, unlike last time, Orfen was fully awake and Marsa insisted that Racqein didn't need to slice open his wrist, that pricking his finger would be enough.

  That meant he had to hold his hand out over Orfen's open mouth. Orfen caught the first drop on his tongue then grimaced against the taste. Racqein couldn't stop the second drop from falling from his hand onto Orfen\s closed and pursed lips, staining them red.

  After a brief moment of hesitation, Orfen's tongue darted out to lick it away and Racqein's ears really started to burn.

  Ah… Cruxion's voice tickled the back of Racqein's brain.

  Racqein's hand twitched, his next drop of blood missing Orfen's mouth entirely. What do you mean 'ah'? Racqein demaned of the god in his head.

  Nothing, nothing at all.

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  Hey! Racqein retreated into his mind to yell at Cruxion only to be dragged back to awareness by something warm and wet wrapping around his throbbing finger. With his senses once more directed outwards, he saw his finger disappearing into Orfen's mouth. Orfen's eyebrows were pinched against the unpleasantness, though Racqein struggled to find it truly unpleasant.

  Teenagers… Cruxion scoffed with mild disgust within Racqein's mind.

  Racqein frowned, his other fingers twitching against Orfen's chin, "what are you doing?"

  Orfen opened his mouth and Racqein took his hand back, hugging it to his chest. "It was so slow and you kept movoing around and wasting it. Or as Cruxion would say, it was inefficient," Orfen's Cruxion voice just sounded like Racqein.

  Racqein wiped Orfen's saliva off on his shirt, leaving a little red dot of his own blood on the light yellow cloth, "well it was gross and I'm not giving you anymore blood."

  Orfen stuck out his tongue, the center of it stained bright crimson. "Whatever. I think it's enough anyway." Orfen unfolded his legs and stood with a bounce in his heels, "I'm going to go listen to Marsa's sermon." Orfen's tail brushed Racqein's thigh as he rushed past, probably a little too fast for the wounds on his side.

  I seem to be losing one of my followers. Cruxion mused. Racqein stared out the open door until he could no longer hear Orfen's bare feet on the floor. Now would be a good time to leave. Orfen is clearly feeling better, Marisol is distracted.

  Racqein shook his head. We'll go tonight.