“Told you,” he murmurs, rolling gently off and onto the furs, “completely healed.”

He smiles softly, that happiness born from relief apparent in Ram’s voice. It’s mirrored in the way he raises his hand to caress Rama’s cheek, joy in the touch and this luxurious moment of just being together, comfortable and warm and close. He slides his hand down to his jaw and cups his face, drawing him in to kiss soundly.