Jing Yuan and Dan Heng were also... introduced to his hospitality.
[He goes to sit down next to her, then, their knees touching each other as he reaches out to draw her hair over her uninjured shoulder. The spell she'd cast lifts some of his pallor, gradually, and he cants his head to the side.]
You already know the answer to that. Better me than someone else at the time. I don't mind.
[ 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.
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... ]
That is the consequence of my magic. [He curls his hands under her thighs, and tugs her close, trying to get her to sit on his lap.] How cold? [Dan Feng chalks up the don't go to her just being her normal self.]
[ She's shaking like a leaf, though flushed for some reason?? Everything feels wrong, and when she's pulled onto his lap, she quickly pushes herself against him. ]
'tis better... like this. I feel like I can't be away from you. 'tis painful.
[????? is this some weird short lifer romance thing? Dan Feng presses the back of a hand up under her bangs - she's cold to the touch - and then changes his mind to try and nudge her off, going to stand to get fresh bandages.]
[ SHE'S NOT THIS NEEDY FOR COMFORT. But when he starts to pull away she almost instinctively reaches out to grab him back but it's the raw soreness in her arm that stops her. ]
[Dan Feng, who is used to patients doing odd things, breaks their contact completely to crouch at her medicine box. It's true that even he doesn't know what side effects his healing has, but he has a rough idea of the threshhold of seriousness.]
[He stills, then, and then immediately stands back up, medicine kit in hand, to go back to her; he sits back down and reaches out to take her hand, and continues to dig for bandages with the other.]
It may take a day to resolve. Or- longer. [Dan Feng murmurs, quiet, but not out of guilt.]
[He's long given up on understanding the Abundance. For now, he looks down at their joined hands, bemused.]
I cannot know what the effects are beforehand, but the healing is potent enough to justify it for some. [A pause.] We need to clean your wounds off before bandaging them again. Or perhaps your healing will be able to take care of the rest?
[ It mostly just has medical dressings and fabrics turned into such, but it also has some little hand sewn finger-sized plushies that haven't been completed in a pouch. ]
How would my healing undo it... 'twould only help you and doesn't injure me.
[ Frowning. ]
How would you feel if I said I'll let myself hurt when I could be healed, just because I'm used to it? Hurt that someone else caused and needed healing, no less? Just because you're used to it, doesn't mean you ought to be in pain. 'tis not like a lover's mark that you can wear and enjoy the ache of.
[ ... pause. ]
And if that's how you're seeing this, then tell Sett to give you one that doesn't cause you damage. Your body isn't yours alone to hurt anymore.
[He turns back to her, supplies in hand, and spreads the items between them as he holds out a hand for hers.]
It is different. I am immortal and ever-rejuvenating. A stagnant pond. It makes no difference if I hurt today or the next; it is all the same.
[His good tail curls across the bedspread, to slink into her lap.]
Yuan'er, he- my Yuan'er, used to run me through like a lover. I can't tell the difference. If you decided to hurt me now I would not love you any less.
[ Did he run him through like a lover or because he was trying to fight him off??? U immortals are kinda weird about this.
She sighs and moves her hand into his, her own coming to settle atop his as he works. ]
I'm not, though. Ever-rejuvenating. What may be fine for you in the long run, is something I see in mine limited days with you, a pain you have while in mine company. I don't like seeing you bear with something I can't help you with at that time. Feels like I'm being imposed on and denied caring for someone I love.
[ Basically: My time with you should be my time with you. Even in pain.
She also has no idea what the dragon's blood in her veins has done to her lifespan but shh. ]
... Dan Feng? If I ask you something about your feelings, will you answer me honestly? No lies, no excuses?
[That makes him pause; he'd never quite thought of it that way, that it was a form of hurting other people, too, the way he would not allow them to care for him.
She doesn't need much bandaging, but he works fast and efficient all the same, and if he sits closer than needed, well, she already knows how touch-starved he's been.]
It would be a disservice to the both of us if I said yes. [He looks up, though, tilting his head to the side like a puppy hearing a sound.] But I will try. What is it?
She thanks him, slowly moving her arm- it does feel better even if it's raw and sore, before shifting so he can come in closer and squeezes his hand.
She follows his movements tilting her own head, but fixes her blue gaze on his. ]
I don't think we'll be trapped here forever... so if there's a way for us to enter each other's worlds... and if I asked you to come and stay with me in Etheirys... even for a little while... how would you feel?
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[He goes to sit down next to her, then, their knees touching each other as he reaches out to draw her hair over her uninjured shoulder. The spell she'd cast lifts some of his pallor, gradually, and he cants his head to the side.]
You already know the answer to that. Better me than someone else at the time. I don't mind.
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[ 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.
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Why does it matter if you can help or not? You are not the only healer in this place. Don't think of yourself so highly.
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[ 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.
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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.]
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She'll feel it immediately: her warm-bloodedness seems to evaporate, and she'll plummet into chills instantly.]
How are you feeling?
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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... ]
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'tis better... like this. I feel like I can't be away from you. 'tis painful.
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...something else is wrong...
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Any other discomfort? Pain? [Rummaging...]
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[ Focus, focus... she somehow manages to express it, though, realizing what could be wrong. ]
Anxious. 'tis an abnormal anxiety. Perhaps 'tis one triggered by lack of contact?
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It may take a day to resolve. Or- longer. [Dan Feng murmurs, quiet, but not out of guilt.]
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... what are these symptoms? Now mine body feels hot inside.
[ Holding his hand- not tightly but still HOLDING to make sure he doesn't go anywhere. ]
The only time I've seen anything like this in mine patients is on the battlefield.
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I cannot know what the effects are beforehand, but the healing is potent enough to justify it for some. [A pause.] We need to clean your wounds off before bandaging them again. Or perhaps your healing will be able to take care of the rest?
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[ Motioning to the nightstand. It's not like she has much else here. ]
'tis just harder to use mine own healing for myself when I'm not at full health... but I can give it out. How is your tail?
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No. No more healing from you to me. Hush.
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Why not.
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[Haughty sniff as he reaches into her nightstand (rooting a little in it. Because he's curious) and takes out what he needs.]
And I have been injured far worse. It is not an issue.
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How would my healing undo it... 'twould only help you and doesn't injure me.
[ Frowning. ]
How would you feel if I said I'll let myself hurt when I could be healed, just because I'm used to it? Hurt that someone else caused and needed healing, no less? Just because you're used to it, doesn't mean you ought to be in pain. 'tis not like a lover's mark that you can wear and enjoy the ache of.
[ ... pause. ]
And if that's how you're seeing this, then tell Sett to give you one that doesn't cause you damage. Your body isn't yours alone to hurt anymore.
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It is different. I am immortal and ever-rejuvenating. A stagnant pond. It makes no difference if I hurt today or the next; it is all the same.
[His good tail curls across the bedspread, to slink into her lap.]
Yuan'er, he- my Yuan'er, used to run me through like a lover. I can't tell the difference. If you decided to hurt me now I would not love you any less.
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She sighs and moves her hand into his, her own coming to settle atop his as he works. ]
I'm not, though. Ever-rejuvenating. What may be fine for you in the long run, is something I see in mine limited days with you, a pain you have while in mine company. I don't like seeing you bear with something I can't help you with at that time. Feels like I'm being imposed on and denied caring for someone I love.
[ Basically: My time with you should be my time with you. Even in pain.
She also has no idea what the dragon's blood in her veins has done to her lifespan but shh. ]
... Dan Feng? If I ask you something about your feelings, will you answer me honestly? No lies, no excuses?
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She doesn't need much bandaging, but he works fast and efficient all the same, and if he sits closer than needed, well, she already knows how touch-starved he's been.]
It would be a disservice to the both of us if I said yes. [He looks up, though, tilting his head to the side like a puppy hearing a sound.] But I will try. What is it?
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She thanks him, slowly moving her arm- it does feel better even if it's raw and sore, before shifting so he can come in closer and squeezes his hand.
She follows his movements tilting her own head, but fixes her blue gaze on his. ]
I don't think we'll be trapped here forever... so if there's a way for us to enter each other's worlds... and if I asked you to come and stay with me in Etheirys... even for a little while... how would you feel?
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