[ badou watches her hands move with a muted, somber expression. the last traces of his mirth seems to have ebbed to little more than a strained grin around his lips, though it's rather close to a grimace if looked at too closely. ]
Well shit, lil' lady, how'm I s'posed to leave ya be when ya say it like that...
[ he sighs, and he sounds aggrieved by it all, but there is something rather resolute about it anyway. he's feeling better now — enough so that he can sit up and flash her a
a thumbs up? ]
Consider yourself lucky, lil' miss! You got yourself an authentic "I O U" from Badou Nails, private eye! So chin up, huh? That shit don't come cheap, y'know.
[Like what... ? She frowned instead, uncorking her vial and dipping in several fingers to pull out a balm that she began to dab on the wounds still left open, though their severity had been lessened.]
What is an "I.O.U."? And a "private eye", so that I might know what I have earned?
[ ah geez, way to deflate a man's pride, sieglinde. you coulda at least acted amazed! ]
It's what it is — an "I owe you." You did me a favor, so now I owe ya one. And a private eye's someone who goes around gathering intel. You wanna know if your man's cheating on ya? Hire a private eye. You wanna find someone who don't wanna be foudn? Hire a private eye. You wanna get the dirt on a business rival without getting your own hands dirty? You hire a private fucking eye.
[It was so simple that it actually gave Sieglinde pause, a comical moment where she just stared past him into nothing in the clearing, brow furrowed before the eureka. "I.O.U." "I owe you". Homonyms. Ah.
Damn it. Quick to try and act like she totally knew that, Sieglinde affected a casual manner, continuing to dab the balm on his wounds as if she hadn't asked a silly question.]
While I have trouble believing a man would be able to stray once he satisfied himself with me, your services sound of use. I shall reserve one for the future, then.
[Totally no problem, yeah. Nevermind what she just said...]
[ grateful though he may be to her services, there is no mistaking the momentary look of confusion on his features. that solitary green eye roves over her for a quick once-over, as if to remind himself that, yes, those words did indeed come from a girl who probably hasn't even bled naturally yet.
but the moment is over with a quick shut of his eye, and then a glance skyward. recollected himself. ]
Sure. Yeah. You do that, lil' lady. Gimme a holler when you ever need it.
[Wow, Badou, how dare you judge her based on the fact she hasn't had a period yet... just you wait! She is going to have the best and more fertile womb making period ever!
... Anyway. Green eyes versus green eyes in the stare of a moment...
Before she just finishes up dabbing her balm on his wounds, one that would numb the remaining pain and encourage the rest of the healing she didn't have the magic for at the moment.]
I shall, then. Until then, do not strain yourself overly- I will need recover some magic before I complete your healing.
[ badou gives himself another once over. feels the strength returned enough in his torso and limbs that he can muster sitting himself up without feeling like the world was tipping over on itself. he can even lift a hand to pat himself down in mute wonder.
it prompts a crooked grin to crack across his lips. ]
What? Nah, this is fine. [ he lifts another hand to give her a thumbs-up. ] Been let outta the hospital with wounds worse than this. You patched me up real good, lil' lady. Thanks.
[ d'aww she's cute! it's a bit comforting for the man to see her react rather appropriately for her age. for a second there, he was getting pretty worried. ]
Something tells me there's no winning with you, huh?
[ his eyes flicker down to her feet, finally. he had only barely noticed them the first time, too caught up in his own shit to really process what he'd been seeing, but now that most of the pain has subsided, and the fear of death long gone, he takes a moment now to assess things. ]
You gonna be alright heading back like that?
[ he could offer to carry her, but he's still trying to figure out where her pride ends and where her shame begins. ]
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Well shit, lil' lady, how'm I s'posed to leave ya be when ya say it like that...
[ he sighs, and he sounds aggrieved by it all, but there is something rather resolute about it anyway. he's feeling better now — enough so that he can sit up and flash her a
a thumbs up? ]
Consider yourself lucky, lil' miss! You got yourself an authentic "I O U" from Badou Nails, private eye! So chin up, huh? That shit don't come cheap, y'know.
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What is an "I.O.U."? And a "private eye", so that I might know what I have earned?
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It's what it is — an "I owe you." You did me a favor, so now I owe ya one. And a private eye's someone who goes around gathering intel. You wanna know if your man's cheating on ya? Hire a private eye. You wanna find someone who don't wanna be foudn? Hire a private eye. You wanna get the dirt on a business rival without getting your own hands dirty? You hire a private fucking eye.
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Damn it. Quick to try and act like she totally knew that, Sieglinde affected a casual manner, continuing to dab the balm on his wounds as if she hadn't asked a silly question.]
While I have trouble believing a man would be able to stray once he satisfied himself with me, your services sound of use. I shall reserve one for the future, then.
[Totally no problem, yeah. Nevermind what she just said...]
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but the moment is over with a quick shut of his eye, and then a glance skyward. recollected himself. ]
Sure. Yeah. You do that, lil' lady. Gimme a holler when you ever need it.
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... Anyway. Green eyes versus green eyes in the stare of a moment...
Before she just finishes up dabbing her balm on his wounds, one that would numb the remaining pain and encourage the rest of the healing she didn't have the magic for at the moment.]
I shall, then. Until then, do not strain yourself overly- I will need recover some magic before I complete your healing.
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it prompts a crooked grin to crack across his lips. ]
What? Nah, this is fine. [ he lifts another hand to give her a thumbs-up. ] Been let outta the hospital with wounds worse than this. You patched me up real good, lil' lady. Thanks.
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Not that she, barely four feet and thin of limb, could do much of anything if he did.]
You are welcome... but please, do not strain yourself overly until I can treat you again-
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What's all that, huh? Didn't I tell ya I'm peachy now?
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[Sieglinde gave a small scoff, even as she started to pack her potions back up. She didn't know what "peachy" meant, but she could guess.]
I am being entirely serious.
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[ his tone takes a sudden shift, quiet and serious. still, he's smiling, even if the corners are a little more dulled in something somber.
slowly he reaches up, making as if to reach for her head—
only to lightly pinch tug on a lock of her hair. ]
Heard we're in pretty low supply of this kinda stuff. [ magic, that is. ] You're better off saving the rest for anyone else who might need it, right?
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Sieglinde pursed her lips, cheeks puffing out a bit in an almost comic manner when he tugged on her hair, reaching up to light smack his hand.]
I am- which is why you shall come to me later to fix the rest of this.
[But she still expected him to do that- even if it took time, for magic to return, or for her own to recover somewhat.]
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Something tells me there's no winning with you, huh?
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[Sieglinde stood, gracelessly and with a bit of pinwheeling arms-wise, but she managed it by grasping for Isengrim's collar for balance.]
- Let us leave this place. You ought to rest in a proper bed.
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You gonna be alright heading back like that?
[ he could offer to carry her, but he's still trying to figure out where her pride ends and where her shame begins. ]