Gently Mal moved the woman so he could get a better look at her injuries. She was shivering from cold and blood loss, dressed only in a filmy nightgown.
“Huai le,” Mal muttered as the light fell on the woman's face.
A face he knew. A face he never thought he'd see again.
The woman cracked her good eye open and groaned in pain. That eye focused on the man over her and a slight smile curved her swollen lips, “My hero.”
“Saffron...” Mal breathed.
-- Guardians -- Chapter 6 by Briglad