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[As night falls, anyone near the northern edge of the village might spot a figure slowly limping his way towards the southern reaches of town, headed towards House 25. Closer observation will reveal that it's Arumat, battered and bleeding and dragging his right leg as he doggedly trudges on in silence. There's a makeshift splint on his injured leg; the pants leg beneath it is flattened and soaked with blood from an unknown injury. It's obvious that he's in pretty bad shape. However, any offers of help will likely be met with an angry glare... he's focused on one thing and one thing alone, and that's getting back home.

Of course, Arumat being Arumat, he won't announce his return once he reaches the house. Instead, he'll drag himself to the couch in the living room, where he'll collapse, too exhausted and in too much pain to manage the trek from it to his own room.

... and yes, he left a nice blood trail from the door to the couch. Have fun cleaning that up, Myuria and Draco.]

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[She's caught off guard by his gentleness, and that actually causes her to pause.] He's right. The faster we deal with this, the sooner we'll all be back on our feet. [She smiles a little bit.] Besides, if we stop now, that means we're going to have to force you to sit still later so we can finish the job.

And you'll be off your feet if you use up too much of your energy. Rest and finish the job tomorrow so we don't end up taking care of you instead.

[He's just sort of pushing her hand down now to emphasize his point, though still gently.]

[Draco's fairly convinced he's the only one listening to himself, so he's going to continue with what he's doing, just keeping an eye on what Arumat's doing to Myuria. Hey bro, you have to play nice with his surrogate older sister.

[She yanks her hand away and continues with her healing.] I've managed to heal you just fine before, and this time, I have help. I'll be fine.

You'd waste your energy on Death himself, even knowing he could take you with him?

Stop with the Death references, will you?

My thoughts exactly. I'll be fine!

Then you're a fool, just like him.

Says the one who dragged himself home and would rather lose his limbs. Right, I'm the fool.

[Myuria reaches out and touches Draco's shoulder to try and calm him down. She's got a wistful look on her face.] He means Crowe. [It's his form of a compliment.]

[Arumat makes a soft sound of assent, golden eyes betraying the slightest flicker of surprise. She's perceptive, he'll give her points for that-- then again, Crowe was important to both of them. It's only natural that they'd understand each other on that matter.]

[He falters for a moment once he realizes that, and he immediately calms down.] Ah. Right. [He'll just shut up and continue with what he was doing, since clearly it's not his place and he respects Myuria enough to know that.]

[She rubs his shoulder briefly before returning to healing.] You must be feeling really back if you're up to being nice.

[Arumat is just going to pointedly ignore Draco and move his leg the tiniest fraction, testing the pain. Hmm, not as agonizing as it was before.]

... that's enough for now.

Fine. [Draco's going to pull back and get up from the couch.] You can deal with him, I'm going back to bed. [Because really, this just got awkward.]

[Fondly.] Sleep tight, Dragon Boy. Thank you for your help. I've got the rest. [Well, that's payback for the relationship drama they've dealt with by proxy.]

Hmph.

[It's probably a good thing that Draco is leaving, because if he'd tried to help with the cleaning up, there would be blood shed that wasn't Arumat's. He's not a fan of people touching him, especially not people he doesn't really like, but he's enough of a bloody mess that someone is going to have to help with that.]

You're just jealous because I'm nicer to him.

[Teasing makes the work go by faster, she's sure of it.]

[See this scowl, Myuria?]

Don't be ridiculous. Why would I be jealous of that?

[She sees! And she doesn't care.]

Male pride. It's pretty common amongst races with two sexes.

I already told you, I'm not controlled by my instincts.

So you have an irrational attraction to doom and danger?

I'd say it's the other way around.

[Yes, that was Arumat's attempt at a joke. Not a very good one, but a joke nonetheless.

And now he'll be sitting up somewhat in an attempt to get his boots off, because while they may be useful in battle, they're not very comfortable to be lying down in.]

Doom and danger is just an occupational hazard. It occupies the space I live in.

[She watches him reach for his boots for a moment, and adds.]

Is something going to attack me if I try to help you get those off? [Do your shoes smell, Arumat?]

Heh. [He may be smirking a bit, but his expression changes back to a frown as she asks the question.] I don't need your help.

[Except he's... kind of failing at getting them off.]

See, that always helps.

I KICK IT IN NUTS

sounds painful :o

but if you break its face it could be permanent.

This is true.

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