[ U'rajul doesn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't that. He stares at Rejeh'li and something in his heart stirs. That's a red flag. He should run.

But he doesn't run, instead lowering himself over the man, and nipping lightly at his bottom lip, affectionate, a lovebite more than any attempt to entice. It's also a gentle rebuff. ]

It's over. I'm fine. Don't trouble yourself with things that are in the past.

[ He's trying not to. It's easier to forget than to face what might have happened had he been less guarded or not nimble enough to escape his attackers. ]

Beside that, it would be an ugly mantelpiece.