- Joraziel was lucky to be alive. He had spent almost a week in the unforgiving desert, his body succumbing to the heat. If little Neve hadn't found him, he would have certainly died in the dirt. He was eternally grateful to her for running out to him and for getting help. She had saved his life and he would find a way to repay her for it.
It had been three days since they had pulled him out of the desert and brought him to the plantation house. The amount of magic and work that it took to keep a farm and orchard alive in the desert was almost beyond comprehension. Then again, Jo was a Sylph, an air Fae. Creating and maintaining a water source were clearly out of his jurisdiction. If they ever needed a nice breeze, he could do that. There was plenty else he could do too, but nothing so life-sustaining.
The Fae was being kept in a room near Iolanta's, a small square one with a cot in the corner and a small side table that currently held his various ointments and tinctures. That and a glass of precious, beautiful water. Jo doubted he would ever take water for granted again.
Jo's skin was blistered still, peeling in places where he had managed to provide himself some protection with clothing or his wings. His shoulders had cracked, dry flesh that didn't even hurt because of the nerve damage there. He hoped that they would heal, that he would not lose the feeling in his flesh forever. For the time being, it was easier to keep his wings disappeared, as it made lying down on the small cot more comfortable. When he was well, he planned on building himself a cot large enough to sleep on with his wings extended.
Lying on his stomach, his back covered in an ointment of aloe and who-knows-what, the Fae heard someone enter the room. The footsteps were definitely not Neve's, soft and light, nor one of the men who had rescued him from the desert. He would have sensed Iolanta. Instead a different wave of power came over him. Whoever had just entered his convalescing chamber was old and very powerful.
He was only wearing a sheet wrapped loosely around his buttocks and groin, but he had never been a shy sort. Hell, he would have gone naked if it weren't for Neve's coming to check on him now and again; it felt rude to let his manly bits hanging out when she came in.
Slowly opening one eye, he peered over the edge of his pillow at his new visitor.