The Phoinix: Age of Demigods Page 4
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“Thank you for your help,” Tyreneas smiled as Arelia handed him a leather bladder of water. His chapped lips cracked and bled.
Arelia tried to hide her blushing cheeks beneath her curly blonde hair as Tyreneas gazed adoringly at her. Even in his weakened state, Tyreneas was attractive. With his scruffy dirty-blonde beard and aqua blue eyes, she could not help but care for him as soon as they met.
“Are you able to stand?” Arelia asked the soldiers while absentmindedly running her fingers through Tyreneas’ hair.
The men nodded as they unsteadily stood up to follow their savior back to her home.