{His beauty is maintained by a spell. Underneath that magic, he is much worse off than her. But it bothers him to see others treated poorly. This is...abuse. And if he knew the name of the one responsible, he would find a way to make them pay.

Taking the salve from his pocket, he takes off the lid and dips his fingers into the concoction. He respects her wish, however...}

You might think you are doing what is right by staying quiet, but I wish for you to consider this: if your attacker could do this to you, could they not do it to another?

{He cups her chin gently against his hand, his thumb resting beneath her lips.}