Elunara yawned and stretched. She was still curled up on Grogek. They had paused their conversation.
"How long was I out?"
"Well, it's a good thing I cancelled training today."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's alright." He nuzzled her hair. "Do you remember what you said?"
"I..." She flushed. "I said that out loud, didn't I?" She whispered.
"That you did." With one hand, he cupped her face, and laid his lips gentle on hers. They devoured each other.
"Oh. I'm sorry." Tulani stood up. "I'll give you privacy."
"I don't mind." Mumbled Elunara.
Grogek laughed. "She likes an audience. I don't care either way." He stared into Elunara's eyes. "I'll probably forget you're over there anyway."
Elunara straightened up and lay against Grogek. They devoured each other's mouths as he ran his hands down her body. He spoke in orcish and she responded in elvish. He took off her shirt, and she pulled off his. Their hands roamed each other's body.
Tulani watched in amazed fascination as they completely ignored her and treated each other so softly and respectfully. Even when Elunara pulled down his pants, and his hard dick came out, he waited until she did as she pleased. She shifted and sucked him, teased him. Enjoyed him. Tulani was envious of the whole dance. When Elunara climbed back up and slid herself on to him, it was not pain, but delight. A slow enjoyment of one another.
Tulani ached inside, yet somehow just watching them together was a balm to her own wounds. They changed position, Grogek on top, Elunara on the bottom. Even as the pace quickened, Tulani saw none of the same pain and misery from the times she had witnessed before. What had been... The thought froze in her mind, and the memory shut its self down. She returned to the present moment and just watched. She knew she should feel ashamed; watching these two like this, but deep down, she wanted to know that not all of this kind of contact was painful; that some people actually enjoyed having this done to their bodies.
The pair turned back to speaking in their native tongues, and Tulani quietly slipped out of the door.
Tulani returned to Elunara's side the next day.
"Something tells me that you've never told Grogek you love him before."
"It wasn't an emotion I was familiar with." They sat to the top of the hill. Tulani watched over Elunara's side while she drew.
"Your skill is amazing."
"People keep telling me that."
"Why do you do it?"
"Because I couldn't do anything else." She shrugged. "For the longest time, drawing was the only thing I enjoyed doing. Then I found men, and I enjoyed doing them too. I eventually combined these two things and came up with a usable skill."
Tulani nodded. "I will find what I can do."
"Well, what did you do... before?"
"I used to sew."
Elunara nodded. "We could head to the tailor; see if she needs any help around the shop."
Tulani shifted her feet and Elunara caught the wince.
"Can I see?" She put her board away and lifted one of Tulani's hooves. "When have you last seen to these?"
She shook her head. "I can't remember."
"Come with me." Elunara grabbed her board and dragged Tulani to her barracks. Once Tulani was seated, she went to the Stable master. "Can I borrow some hoof tools?"
He jerked his head to the side, and went back to what he was doing. Elunara gathered the things she needed and headed back to her room. She lifted one of Tulani's hooves and began to clean it out.
"How do you know how to do this?" Tulani winced as Elunara made her way around some of the damaged areas.
"I worked in the Stormwind stables for a few years before becoming a mission specialist. Night elves have a natural knack with animals. The horses were great practice." She used the file with precision and care. "Stand up for me." Elunara watched her feet and kept half an eye on Tulani's face. "Walk around a bit. Sit back down, give me the other one." She worked for a couple of hours until she was satisfied, and then put some salve on the damaged areas.
Tulani took a few steps and smiled. "Oh that is much better."
"I bet your friends could use a good hoofacure."
Tulani nodded.
Elunara grabbed some fresh papers and pencils for her board and handed it to Tulani to carry. Then she grabbed the hoof stuff, and they headed down to the room in the healer's building where the women were staying. After a bit of fast talking, the three agreed to take turns sitting for Elunara's drawing and foot treatments. Since they were still so skittish, Elunara started with sitting portraits. When she gave a woman her picture, she went for the hooves. Elunara expertly tended to the three women's torn up hooves.
Once they were more comfortable with standing, Elunara started her standard portraits. It was Tulani who convinced the women that, in order to reclaim their bodies as their own, to let Elunara do the healer portraits. Tulani held each woman's hand as Elunara did her through inspection of their bodies. Cataloguing the scars and wounds tore at Elunara, but the thigh tattoos broke her heart. She blessed her training and experience that had her maintaining a professional air. At the end, each woman seemed to release a held breath of air.
