[ 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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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. ]