The night passed quickly.
Murphy had to enter the biological chamber every few hours for detoxification, so he couldn't stay with Triss, who was exhausted and fell asleep at midnight, until dawn.
However, the physical weariness couldn't conceal a certain joy in his heart, and as Murphy got up and picked up his clothes from the floor, he took a glance back at the Duke who was on the bed.
The Duke was turned away from him, his smooth back a piece of art in its own beauty.
Murphy reached out and touched the skin without any trace of desire, gently stroking down from the scar on Triss's neck, an action that made Triss mumble in his sleep but didn't stop Murphy.
Both knew what the scar, unwilling to be erased, represented.
It had once been a line separating the two, but now that line had been crossed, and they truly owned each other; the pain the scar represented had past and eased, though not entirely disappeared.
