No sooner had the words left her mouth when Rufus was there, blades drawn, and Einin felt another rush of relief. With a sigh, she slumped back against the pillows and forced herself to breathe normally again. Thank gods. And how weird, too, that she hadn't realized until this moment that she would have really cared if something had happened to him--her "enemy"! The thought, right then, had legitimately scared her.
And then he turned away and mentioned covering up.
Indeed, the color did come back to her cheeks. Grabbing the sheet, she jerked it up to her neck, but even though she was blushing, right then it didn't seem to matter as much as it would have another time. Maybe it was because she was still a little groggy--or maybe it was because...well...gods, it felt a little pointless to be worried about that now, when she was covered in blood, when she had been marched around half naked for the better part of a day, and after, well...everything else. Rufus had seen a lot more than just her breasts; he'd been inside her. It felt like such a minor thing, and she didn't have the energy to care when her emotions were doing all sorts of weird things, bouncing all over the place.
She wasn't even sure what she was trying to feel.
Einin tucked the sheet under her armpits to keep it in place and took a deep breath, because she was still feeling...choked. "Sorry," she muttered, and didn't really know why she was apologizing. "I'm decent now. Anyway, Rufus, I..."
Well, now that he was here, she had no idea what to say. Her tongue was tying itself up and her words were getting twisted.
"You, uh...you found me, huh?" She cracked a brief grin, and felt tears welling up.