Warrior with a really great story for every one of their scars. Some of them are even true.
A few months after the events of Better Off Alone
Main Story
"Ow, fuck."
"Stop squirming."
Kallixenia knelt at Lunaeris's side, glowing palm placed to a wound she had obtained earlier that day.
"Kallie, I love you, but I carry healing potions for a reason." The elf murmured, trying not to hurt her wife's feelings.
"Please, beloved, If you will not allow me to bear your wounds you must at least let me tend to them."
Kallixenia had, reluctantly, agreed to rescind the oath that took any harm inflicted on Lunaeris upon herself instead. She had then devoted herself to learning healing magic to make up for it, with surprisingly quick results. Lunaeris was happy to let her practice on the various cuts and bruises one accrues setting out on a life of adventure for the first time.
She had, however, been fucking stabbed.
Not... terribly. She had mostly dodged it, the dagger only truly harming some side fat and her ego.
But it hurt like a bitch!
She-
She was supportive. She was. Kallie learning a bit of magic was great! It was helpful, she was having fun with it, and it gave them a lot to talk about. She loved that she could talk spellcasting with her wife, it made her want to train with some kind of sword so they could bond over that too.
And so she refrained from pointing out another time that a potion could repair a glancing wound like this in a matter of minutes.
"I- I think I've got it working." Kallixenia said, focused. She took her hand away from the gash, and the glow remained in place. "It should only take maybe another hour or so."
"Okay." Lunaeris said, releasing a shaky breath and nodding.
"It will likely scar, even with this."
The elf grumbled. "Of all the idiotic ways to get my first adventuring scar, one fucking goblin sneaking up and nicking me."
"You could just lie about it, until you have some better ones."
"...Yeah, maybe."
"I... am sorry I'm not better at this, my love." Her knight sighed.
"Nonsense." Lunaeris said, clicking her tongue. "When we first met you told me you had no magical aptitude, now look at you."
Kallixenia smiled bashfully. "I suppose I did, didn't I?"
"You did, I remember because I was asking if you had-"
Lunaeris cut herself off.
"You were asking if I had the sword."
She said nothing, but her blush spoke for her.
"...Princess?" Kallixenia asked softly, and Lunaeris squirmed. "Did you already know, so soon after meeting me?"
The elf bit her tongue and averted her gaze. "I... hoped." She said. "I was immediately infatuated with you, beautiful as you are. It was a few days later, when you offered to aid me in my schemes without being asked, that's when I knew."
"Oh, Princess..." Kallixenia murmured, looking up at her. "You loved so readily, even as you claimed your heart untouchable."
"Y-Yes, well-" Lunaeris stammered. "It- You were- My defenses had served me perfectly well against the typical chaff my father was setting me up with." She whined, embarrassed. "You are an outlier! How could I be expected not to fall for you, honestly!"
Kallixenia hummed, took her hand and placed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "I'm so glad you did, Princess."
Lunaeris let out a pathetic whine and covered her face with her other hand. "You're horrible, flustering me like this! Go on then, when did you fall in love with me?"
"Hmm..." Kallixenia pondered. "It was some weeks after we had visited your teacher. You were complaining about something in one of the books you had stolen-"
"That cannot be how you fell in love with me."
"Maybe not how, but when I knew. You were ranting about how it didn't make sense, how it conflicted with all known study on the matter, how the author must have been either woefully incompetent or hadn't learned anything new in the past 500 years."
"Kallie I don't even remember this!"
"And as you sat there, furious, I wanted so badly to kiss you. That's when I knew." Kallixenia said, smiling as she reminisced.
"...Ridiculous." Lunaeris mumbled. "And you didn't even kiss me, even though you had to know by then I liked you."
"You're right, I'm sorry Princess. May I make it up to you now?"
"...Of course, you wonderful oaf."
