That I had had a gorgeous woman standing in front of me, without a stitch on her, and I wanted to cover her up..., this should give you some idea of how confused my thinking was at this point. But however foolish, this was my heartfelt desire, and I struggled to my feet, or rather tried to.
"Please, you mustn't move." the perfect one insisted, "What is the matter?"
I had a long speech I might have given her in better circumstances, but all I could manage was, "...blanket..."
"Of course!, you must be cold!" Her radiant smile stopped me from pointing out she had to be way colder than I was, "I'll be right back." She vanished faster than most drow could manage in the face of an angry Matron. She was a little slower in returning, but it had to take her some time to strip the blankets off the bed she had been sleeping on. Now began a weird battle in which we both tried to get the blanket around the other. It was one we both ended up winning, tho I must confess my "victory" consisted mostly of her ignoring my efforts. She was so busy covering me with that useless blanket that she did not bother to shrug off the vital cloth I barely managed to drape over her.
But finally we were wrapped in cloth, and if there was too little keeping her warm, at least she would not freeze now, and the warmth of our bodies clinging together seemed likely to ease any discomfort she might feel.
Not that she seemed to care. "My name is Sabine. You are ..."
Sabine... I had heard that name before. But now I was realizing how perfect a name it was and how it fitted her so well. Where I had heard it before didn't seem worth recalling. "... Enelias..." She seemed to approve that name more than I did.
"I am sorry about hitting you on the head." Sabine seemed quite contrite over such a trivial matter. "But I thought you were some sort of rapist. So when I saw your form at the doorway, I swung as hard as I could. It was only when I got close enough for another swing that there was enough light to see it was You! I was quite horrified over what I had done, and even more horrified to find you were bleeding badly.
"I did what I could to stop the bleeding. Apparently, it was enough." Sabine smiled in memory of her success. "But in the process of getting some bandages, I almost stumbled on this potion bottle. It did not take me long to realize you had drugged me with a love potion. That was quite naughty of you." Her smile suggested my punishment would be minor. I tried to explain there had been no choice, but she was not listening, and I was not really up to talking. "Now my nurse had warned me of all the terrible things a man might do to a helpless lass, most of which I am now looking forward to by the way, But I didn't understand then why she said that the worst thing he would do was to stop doing the others. Now I understand. I would be destroyed if you were to ever leave me. Nothing else you could do to me would hurt nearly as bad.
"Faced with this dire threat to my future, I realized the potion bottle was still half full. I do not brag when I say I am clever. So it took me little time to realize you could be my slave just as I am yours. You would never leave me willingly." [I tried to remember which version of the love potion I had made and could not be sure. I could be facing a daily task of brewing more potions, or this potion might last years.] "I do apologize for being so selfish, tho I already know you will forgive me no matter how terrible my crime." [Quite true I realized. In fact, I refused to admit there was a crime.] "I suppose I could say you deserved it since you did the same to me, tho I very much think you do deserve me. But it was mostly self-defense. I could not bear the idea you might leave me.
"Now you rest and recover. I'll be here for you." With that, and a smile, she went to sleep in my arms. [She had more snuggled into them than I had managed to enfold her.] Her smile on her sleeping face did not tell me what she was dreaming, but assured me they were happy one. My own thoughts were at least equally pleased, considering I was still badly wounded in a city of my enemies who longed for my death. [Of course, as I have mentioned, that is pretty much par for the course anywhere for a drow, but I was still altogether too happy to be happy about that.] But my first priority had to be to recover, and that meant rest. So that I started doing.
Tho it would have been a little easier if I could have remembered where I had heard her name before ...