Hello, My Darling Wife

[q]Oww, Fuck![q] It's a little loud, but she can hear the crunch of cartilage in her face crackling, lost its fight with a fist, and start to profusely bleed, as the corners of her eyes water. [q]Shit shit shit, I deserved that,[q] she's up and pacing a little. [q]Oh I deserved that, you probably were …. Oh I'm an idiot ohh, this smarts so badly.[q]

She finally sits back down, tilting her head back, and taking her shawl and pressing it to her upper lips, to catch the blood, but she's not ready to try and do anything other than try and blink back tears another few seconds before she's huffing. [q]I'm sorry, I should have known better that waking you up might have done that, fuck that hurts. You have a solid right hook, they taught well.[q]

She leaned forward then Long silken hair sliding over her shoulders and down her front as she now pinched her nose closed, her voice nasily now. [q]I'm going to assume you're scared still but oh, Ella, darling, we're gonna have to find a healer, don't want to be walking the aisle with one of the brides with a busted nose and full blown black eyes.[q]

She chuckled, once the initial smarting pain was done, and it simmered down into a less angry throb. Of course she was gonna punch her --[q]I'm sorry that.. I'm sorry that he yelled. He shouldn't have. I'm beginning to see why my gut instinct was spot on.[q] Once she felt like the bleeding wasn't likely to start again, she took the moment to offer a hand to Ella. [q]No more punching, yeah?[q]