[ She watches him sit, the numbing powder having been doing some amount of work through the day to ease her and leaning into his touches without hesitating or even leaning away. ]
But the thought of Jing Yuan and Dan Heng in pain isn't one I like, either... Jing Yuan had been eaten through, too. And you... I couldn't help anyone at all in this state.
[Dan Feng, being Dan Feng, sways into their personal space, and buries his face in their side. His voice is a combination of pathetic and petulant, like a toddler at the start of a tantrum.]
She's. [Pause... looks away... the tip of his tail excitedly whaps a throw pillow clear across the room. He ignores this. Please also ignore it. He is dying inside.] She's not bad.
[He sits up and crawls around to drape over both their legs.] Is gentle all you are capable of, Sett?
[ her ears pin. She pouts a little, tugging on his ear, even as she settles in to smooth a hand up under Sett's shirt and along his back, just feeling him. ]
You called me incredible the other day. You called me a minx. And I like gentle. He's so big it's-- just as intense, anyway.
I'm the best healer here, even without all mine magic at hand. Get it right, arse.
[ There's a smirk- though what he'll reveal (despite it being very well dressed for the kind of wound it is) is most of her left arm devoured enough to reach bone but just stopping short of cracking it- enough that she still has some use and motion in it though she hasn't been using it. And so she's covered it, all the way to her shoulder, which is also suffering the same fate.
Once revealed, it's a rather painful sight; she sighs. ]
Do what you can... Vastella will have to do the rest, but I don't want them to have to drain themselves more than necessary if we can do it halfway through.
[Dan Feng's face twists into - something. Inhuman, and violently unsettling, eyes focused on the scraps of flesh and sinew and pink bone.
His mouth opens quiet, fangs with threads of saliva. His hands curl into claws. He wants to see more, he wants to see her marrow, he wants to strip the muscle and fat and hear her scream and cry under the same pain he had to endure all of those centuries and
He looks up at her face. Looks back down, and visibly struggles with himself, hands trembling.]
[There's the sweet, overripe smell of his magic, a brief feeling of euphoria, and the flesh on her arm regenerates. There's still swathes of raw skin, but now it's more surface-level injury, like a bad abrasion, or burns.
She'll feel it immediately: her warm-bloodedness seems to evaporate, and she'll plummet into chills instantly.]
[ Though there isn't any change to her body language, or resistance, she is vigilant, ears lowered to the sides of her head as she watches the reaction on him.
And then the chills begin, making her sit up in alarm, feeling like ice has run right through her and she closed her eyes, feeling like any tears she might shed will end up frozen with how sharp that chill is. It happens so suddenly, but almost immediately, she clutches his arm with her hand, feeling desperate for contact, any kind... ]
... cold. Don't go...
[ He's not going anywhere, what's wrong with her... ]
[ d- dan feng??? vastella does keep petting them... and if he leans into their touch, then he will get stroked more vehemently. ] I don't know. Is it? I'm not well versed in that sort of thing... so you'll have to explain.
[Sett can watch this interaction all he likes because Dan Feng is going to be unavoidably Dan Feng at the both of them now and in the future.]
It is! [please vastella do not take etiquette lessons from dan feng.] Think about it. You have rows upon rows upon rows of jaws and teeth and if you bury them in a soft thing and swallow pieces of it does it not mean you like it.
[ vastella also has much fluff, so if dan feng is still cold he can press up against their side as he receives his pets for some extra warmth. ] But there is a difference between a ' love bite ' and... eating someone. Swallowing is... taking things too far. A nibble I suppose is... alright. Marking something or someone you love as a means of... showing them off, hm, I can see the appeal, I guess. It's like giving them a gift. But ripping a chunk out of them. I still think that is not right. Do you want to be eaten, Dan Feng? Wouldn't you rather wear a mark given to you by your beloved as a badge of honor and pride? instead of lining their belly and ending up literal [ hesitates and then whispers, ] shit.
[Okay, the idea of having half eaten Danny as putting a claim on him is an IDEA and he's got some WILDLY CONFLICTING EMOTIONS TO DEAL WITH. Thank goodness the fur hides the blush.]
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