[At least in private they had these little intimacies. He was allowed more grace when they were alone, more freedom to do things he would not dare do near others–save for the other night with the elves–like the little kiss or how he presses closer, instinctively, as if he too could be free of his flesh and be one with his master that he loved and hated all at once.
Being healed does not surprise him, Sauron wants him to be at his best for this, but what does surprise him is the low burning of the second pass and how pristine his arm looks when Sauron is done. Because, of course he knew he could do that but he almost never did unless some experiment or punishment altered Adar in a way that displeased him. He blinks slowly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he looks at his master again.] It is I who was at fault, I am sorry. Thank you. [For fixing his arm.]
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Being healed does not surprise him, Sauron wants him to be at his best for this, but what does surprise him is the low burning of the second pass and how pristine his arm looks when Sauron is done. Because, of course he knew he could do that but he almost never did unless some experiment or punishment altered Adar in a way that displeased him. He blinks slowly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he looks at his master again.] It is I who was at fault, I am sorry. Thank you. [For fixing his arm.]