[The response to the knock is the sound of something heavy moving within, the scramble of claws, and... snuffling, around the door. A chastising voice, and finally... a young girl answers the door, a large... creature behind her.
Peering out past her guest to make sure there was no one else on the stairs, she stepped back, transferring her hold on the door to the heavy collar around the beast to keep her balance on unnaturally small feet while making room for him to enter.]
"Levi", is it? Well met.
[Come on in- don't mind the overflowing workdesk and notes.]
[ he's seen her briefly in passing—again, back during that brawl—so once the gentle commotion has died down, he's not too shocked to come face to face with someone so small. though he wasn't expecting the animal, and that's a bit more curious. in particular, its face. though however he's deeming it, he'll hold his tongue for now. there's always a time and place. ]
Yes. You as well.
[ instead, he'll meet her halfway, a pace inside the workshop, where the casual look he takes around is far more difficult to disguise as anything but disturbed by the mess. his correction, a dull-eyed grimace, doesn't make amends for much. (only resignation. why is it always the scholarly types to live in disarray? ...though it's important to note, he'd classify a lot as a mess that others would deem mostly reasonable.) ]
[There were two, but she gestured to the smaller one nearer to the workbench and a chair, medical supplies already laid out rather neatly compared to the messy nature of the surrounding area.
Once she closed the door behind him she'd make her way to that chair, her steps mincing until she gracelessly clambered into the seat and the creature that had followed her moved to sniff at Levi- though with its face, it was difficult to see how it could be smelling anything.]
[ at least it's good to see her work station is in... well, working order. but either way, he'll take what he can get. for all his judgments, he's not likely to be discriminatory considering she's gone to the effort to help him out. for now, that's as simple as obeying her request and taking a seat, smoothing the blanket with his hand.
in the process, her dog doesn't overly preoccupy him in its curiosity. peculiar looking as it is, Levi weaves legs around it getting to the bed, and then offers it an idle hand to sniff while he begins to roll the same sleeve of shirt up to the elbow. the wound is on his inner forearm, wrapped in a clean, thin layer of gauze. he takes the liberty to remove the bandages right away, revealing a long cut edging dangerously close to the joint. it isn't actively bleeding, but neither can the edges be pressed together by hand.
he extracts his hand from the dog and extends his arm to Sieglinde. ]
[The dog seems pleased with being humored, at least, tail wagging as it thoroughly snuffled over the hand it was offered. The plus side to a skull-face... no wet dog nose?
But Sieglinde takes over when Levi offers his arm, reaching out and curling small fingers gently at elbow and over wrist, experienced despite her age and size.]
You've kept it quite clean, that is good...
[Hummed, nodding to herself as she followed the line of the cut, noting its proximity to the join and the definite need for stitches if magic wasn't to be used.]
I will further purify it with a potion of my own, if you don't mind.
[She moved to begin rifling through some of the vials on her desk, pulling out one that was filled with a clear liquid, the scent acrid when she popped the lid.]
[ while it might be true that the use of magic to heal wounds is questionable to him in its newness, he's satisfied enough with her assessment and her professional demeanor (and not offended by any curious tongues on the dog's behalf) that he sees no need to refuse. ]
All right. [ thus his arm stays calmly outstretched, resting on his knee, as she begins to rifle through her things. still, he can't help but be curious about the application. ]
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Peering out past her guest to make sure there was no one else on the stairs, she stepped back, transferring her hold on the door to the heavy collar around the beast to keep her balance on unnaturally small feet while making room for him to enter.]
"Levi", is it? Well met.
[Come on in- don't mind the overflowing workdesk and notes.]
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Yes. You as well.
[ instead, he'll meet her halfway, a pace inside the workshop, where the casual look he takes around is far more difficult to disguise as anything but disturbed by the mess. his correction, a dull-eyed grimace, doesn't make amends for much. (only resignation. why is it always the scholarly types to live in disarray? ...though it's important to note, he'd classify a lot as a mess that others would deem mostly reasonable.) ]
Where to?
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[There were two, but she gestured to the smaller one nearer to the workbench and a chair, medical supplies already laid out rather neatly compared to the messy nature of the surrounding area.
Once she closed the door behind him she'd make her way to that chair, her steps mincing until she gracelessly clambered into the seat and the creature that had followed her moved to sniff at Levi- though with its face, it was difficult to see how it could be smelling anything.]
May I see your wound?
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in the process, her dog doesn't overly preoccupy him in its curiosity. peculiar looking as it is, Levi weaves legs around it getting to the bed, and then offers it an idle hand to sniff while he begins to roll the same sleeve of shirt up to the elbow. the wound is on his inner forearm, wrapped in a clean, thin layer of gauze. he takes the liberty to remove the bandages right away, revealing a long cut edging dangerously close to the joint. it isn't actively bleeding, but neither can the edges be pressed together by hand.
he extracts his hand from the dog and extends his arm to Sieglinde. ]
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But Sieglinde takes over when Levi offers his arm, reaching out and curling small fingers gently at elbow and over wrist, experienced despite her age and size.]
You've kept it quite clean, that is good...
[Hummed, nodding to herself as she followed the line of the cut, noting its proximity to the join and the definite need for stitches if magic wasn't to be used.]
I will further purify it with a potion of my own, if you don't mind.
[She moved to begin rifling through some of the vials on her desk, pulling out one that was filled with a clear liquid, the scent acrid when she popped the lid.]
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All right. [ thus his arm stays calmly outstretched, resting on his knee, as she begins to rifle through her things. still, he can't help but be curious about the application. ]
What do you make your potions out of?