“/I/ scared me.” She brushed her fingers over his mouth again, smiling more. “I’m fine. Promise.” Rolling over a little more, she scooped some sand over his foot and giggled. “I’m going to bury you in the sa~and!”
“Do you need me to heal anything?” he demanded fearfully, eyes slowly turning back from golden to their original blue, his expression softening at the sound of her laughter. As she buried his foot, he arched a single eyebrow and shook his head fondly. “Having fun?”
“Yes,” she said with relish. She sat up and poured sand over his other foot, making a moue when the waves washed some of it away. Busily she added more, piling it high, and grinned up at him. “I have figured out how to catch a werewolf. You are my prisoner.”