_His fingers ran along the rest of her bared body as she lay on her belly preserving her modesty and allowing him to check the wound, "There don't appear to be any other wounds save the one we've already put together. You appear to be...." A husking sound invaded his voice, "Perfect." Silverfist fought a shiver and told herself it was just the chill of her bareback exposed. yet, she knew she was lying to herself. She was not responding to the chill without. She was, rather, betrayed by a heat from within. _