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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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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.]

[She is not smirking. A man's shoes are a man's shoes, and she doesn't expect someone as rugged and uncouth as Arumat to wear shoes that don't smell. However, she doesn't want to be there all night waitinf for him and re-healing everything.]

You owe me big for this.

[Trying to remove them with index finger and thumb, hold on.]

[Hey now, Arumat may be a little rough around the edges, but he does wash his clothes, thank you very much. He even showers every day! (Just ignore how tattered that skirt-thing of his is.) They probably don't smell that much worse than hers.

His only response will be a slight grunt. It's embarrassing enough that he's so helpless, and even more embarrassing that he's relying on her to help him.]

[But he is athletic and violent and that leads to a lot of sweaty boots. These ones have probably been with him since the kidnapping and Myuria is trying to get them off as quickly as she can so she can avoid a stench. Gogogogogogo... off they come! She tosses them away from her quickly so they're off some place not near her.]

Any other wild ideas before I get back to work?

Yes. Blow me.

[....What was that?]

[...Please let Draco have gone to bed.]

[A slap is tempting but far too simple and obvious. ENGAGE TROLLING.]

You failed to mention they had you on hallucenogenics.

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I'm fine. You can finish the healing tomorrow.

[He pulls his gloves off and drops them unceremoniously beside the couch, not really caring if she gets on his case about that. He's tired and bloody and sore and he just wants to get comfortable and rest.]