If I can't do it, I can't do it. But I'd like - look, being carried? It's great! Real fun, for the first few times, and then uh, you can't get up the stairs and you look like a dingus and so uh, you have to suck it up. And do the lack of pride thing.
[but finally they leave the doorway and begin making their way toward her bed. once they're there, they linger for a few moments before they hold out their hand. a soft light washes over her, a warmth following that blankets her as she feels her injuries begin to heal.
as the light fades, she'll find her injuries have healed to the point of scarring and a bit of tenderness/soreness she'll need to still rest for.]
Because any pending tasks I have left outstanding means that I cannot provide heals to anyone else if they aren't completed, even if I am "recharged", so to speak.
it's difficult to say what they might be thinking, given that they're pausing to stare at her for a long time. but, after a great amount of hesitance, they sit down on the edge of the bed once more.]
Yes. I have had insufficient cuddles this whole weekend. I'm wilting. Thanos snapped.
[she reaches over to grab the hem of their uniform. but it's like under the blanket so she sort of just greg-wiggles her arm over and flops to touch it.]
but she manages to brush the hem of their uniform and they draw in a breath. it's slow, but eventually...they shift a little so that they're more comfortably seated on the bed with their back against the headboard so she can curl up against them.]
I find it hard to believe you've a shortage of people who would provide comfort to you. [it's more of an idle observation than anything.]
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For tonight, sure. [a little cough.] ... Do you have any healing left? Vulpecula told me you can do it.
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...yes. I have one left for the week, but you would have to complete a task for me to apply it.
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If I can't do it, I can't do it. But I'd like - look, being carried? It's great! Real fun, for the first few times, and then uh, you can't get up the stairs and you look like a dingus and so uh, you have to suck it up. And do the lack of pride thing.
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Does the healing like, go away, if I don't do it?
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Okay. Well. I'll take that risk. Can you like, try to make sure it doesn't fuck me entirely?
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[but finally they leave the doorway and begin making their way toward her bed. once they're there, they linger for a few moments before they hold out their hand. a soft light washes over her, a warmth following that blankets her as she feels her injuries begin to heal.
as the light fades, she'll find her injuries have healed to the point of scarring and a bit of tenderness/soreness she'll need to still rest for.]
...how's that?
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Hmmgghpghh. [sounds like it's good! sounds like she is enjoying this.]
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Alright then. [they step back just a little then to give her room.]
Your task...make yourself emotionally vulnerable for two people. A bit of humility, if you would.
[so yes, about that lack of pride thing...]
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long pause]
Fuck.
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Why sooner.
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[weh. okay.]
Okay, okay. I'll do it.
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Thank you.
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Thank you. I guess.
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...how else may I assist you this evening?
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...
[. . .
it's difficult to say what they might be thinking, given that they're pausing to stare at her for a long time. but, after a great amount of hesitance, they sit down on the edge of the bed once more.]
Is that...a real complaint?
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[she reaches over to grab the hem of their uniform. but it's like under the blanket so she sort of just greg-wiggles her arm over and flops to touch it.]
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but she manages to brush the hem of their uniform and they draw in a breath. it's slow, but eventually...they shift a little so that they're more comfortably seated on the bed with their back against the headboard so she can curl up against them.]
I find it hard to believe you've a shortage of people who would provide comfort to you. [it's more of an idle observation than anything.]
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I like having something that's just mine. [she says, quietly. and then, lighter:] But I bet you cuddle with all the other guests, don't you!
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