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I wasn't worried.
[It still looks cleaner than anything he'd seen on the battle fields, and a lot better than most army medical stations. The walls keep the worst of the cold draft from entering as he steps in to her room, the door closing with a quiet snick behind him.]
How do you want me?
[It still looks cleaner than anything he'd seen on the battle fields, and a lot better than most army medical stations. The walls keep the worst of the cold draft from entering as he steps in to her room, the door closing with a quiet snick behind him.]
How do you want me?
[ his vote of confidence earns a small smile, playing at the corner of her mouth, but she's quick to resort back to her professionalism. she gestures towards the cot as she situates herself on the chair just beside it. ]
Have a seat. Show me where you're hurt.
Have a seat. Show me where you're hurt.
[Before sitting, the Darkling shoulders out of his black kefta, folding it carefully before placing it on the cot well away from where he takes a seat.
Across his chest is a dirty-white bandage, clearly self-wrapped and the ends of it trail down his beck. Very slowly, keeping his eyes on Marta, he pulls it down to show her the old bullet wound in his left shoulder, where the bandits shot him in Scorpion's Bend and left the metal bullet behind.
The wound is angry-red, the edges folding away from the dark pink center.]
Here.
Across his chest is a dirty-white bandage, clearly self-wrapped and the ends of it trail down his beck. Very slowly, keeping his eyes on Marta, he pulls it down to show her the old bullet wound in his left shoulder, where the bandits shot him in Scorpion's Bend and left the metal bullet behind.
The wound is angry-red, the edges folding away from the dark pink center.]
Here.
Xichen, hi. [ she sounds mildly breathless, but that's more to do with how out of shape she apparently is. all this running around to prepare is really making this quite obvious to her. ] Yes, I've decided to try and offer what help I can here.
[ there's a slightly wry twist to her tone as she continues. ]
I've learned my lesson from Badrock — I know better than to jump into any kind of combat this time around.
[ there's a slightly wry twist to her tone as she continues. ]
I've learned my lesson from Badrock — I know better than to jump into any kind of combat this time around.
I am glad we will have your help. [heβs staying too, after all, and knows that there will be many in need of martaβs skills once fighting breaks looks. he sounds relieved when he answers.] I will be here as well.
If you are in danger, I wonβt be far. What happened in Badrock?
If you are in danger, I wonβt be far. What happened in Badrock?
[ usually? after a mission? maybe she shouldn't be surprised, given his skillset, but marta takes quiet note of that anyway. ]
What does he usually make you?
I found myself making a mess of the kitchens not long after we got back, and now I have too much rice and beans to know what to do with.
What does he usually make you?
I found myself making a mess of the kitchens not long after we got back, and now I have too much rice and beans to know what to do with.
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