Not dead or fallen... yet

You stagger into another stairwell, Tasha still by your side. You're still weak but your head is starting to clear. Enough that you're a little surprised that Tasha is willing to baby you like this. When you first ran into her she was barely willing to save you and she thought you were totally human then. Now she was helping you up the stairs with an arm around your waist-oh!

That wasn't your waist.

You give her a surprised look, not quite as astonished or angry as you probably should be. Her face is close and her eyes are wide, eager yet questioning as they meet yours. You have a crystal-clear realization that you are nowhere near as straight as you'd thought you were. Her eyebrows are quirked in the most adorable way and her lips look so soft... the heat from her body makes the presence inside you purr.

You flinch as the cross stings your chest.