You're making excuses. You are not incapable. You have given me kindness, in this place.
[ she watches him, brow furrowed and frowning. ]
... You said you would try, with me. So don't go back on that now. My staying still hinges on the others being amenable to my presence, but even if I don't live in this house I will not leave you.
[There's fascinating alight in his eyes as he watches, considers the process with clear interest.] Again, it's nothing to apologize for. I'm more than happy to help, and any mess can be easily cleaned.
[Dan Feng might sulk if he uses his cloudhymn to clean, but he's learned to ignore it.]
Would a change of location help you feel more comfortable before we start?
[Dan Feng was too distracted by the electricity gathering somewhere he'd never quite thought to do so before, so he doesn't dodge the incoming tail, which smacks him wetly with full force.]
You-
[He stumbles backwards and falls into the water, and he looks up at Bailu, wide-eyed, jaw bruised.]
In your tail?! [He sounds more scandalized than hurt actually.]
[And Dan Heng watches as Jing Yuan goes from admiring, to curious, to puzzled. It's cute. He's said as much to the birds: how lovely Jing Yuan was laying in the sun, lax and warm. How gentle the sight of him, with the animals around him. He's not at all surprised by the cats lounging about him: He would have, too.
It was a sight he greatly enjoyed, and the birds were happy to encourage. Fluffy nest man was very nice, very comfortable. The newest bird lands atop his head, threading the flower into his hair as if intending to start building a nest of them.
There's a quiet little breath of laughter that Jing Yuan might locate the source of if he follows the path of some of those birds.]
[He leans back on his hands and then sort of oozes into lying down completely, while giggling. It's a little unsettling, especially when those water spears are still floating above them.]
Do you mean the general? I was kind of inspired by him, but no one's taught me anything about how to fight. All I've really been taught about is healing arts.
[ It's likely just at the corner of his eye where a flash of purple runs past, gasping with delight. ]
Kitty!
[ Sometimes, she tries to act mature, but who can blame her for losing a little bit of maturity in the face of an adorable, pettable kitten? She is trying to get close enough to pet one of them. ]
[He doesn't answer, but there's an ominous lull, before the spears start coming down, hard, stabbing into the water and barely missing her. Like a test of her reflexes, and Dan Feng isn't even watching.]
[ She does see the spears and jumps backwards, flailing a little bit but managing to get some distance. She nearly unbalances, but by wheeling her arms in circles, manages to recover without falling over. ]
Hey!
[ She is very deliberately splashing him using her own cloudhymn. Not only does it not hurt, it doesn't even have the force of trying to hurt him. She is just making him soggy. ]
[And then: the last water spear hurtles towards them- and stabs right through Dan Feng, through his own belly, disappearing in a splatter of blood. He curls over.]
[ That being said, her movements are assured and instantaneous. She isn't going to be able to do a zerosum healing to 100% health-- her cloudhymn doesn't work that way-- but the water flows with purpose around his wound, swiftly stemming the flow of blood. Arteries heal, flesh stitches itself back together, the pain ebbs away.
It's not perfect, he'll still be sore once the painkilling aspect wears out, but he's a damned sight better off than he was a moment ago. ]
I'm gonna give you a prescription for when the pain soothing subsides. You're gonna need to limit physical activity for at least a few days while your body recovers.
[ She considers the options, red-faced. The bedroom is certainly more comfortable, but she cannot fight the feeling still that she is a guest here, nor the feeling that it would still be particularly messy for her to drop featherdust all over his space But the bathroom........................ ]
... I think-- the bedroom, if you wouldn't mind. I'm sorry to intrude.
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