Anyway thank you very much for the comforting backrub, Dahut's trying desperately to get his coughing under control. He has so many blue flowers and petals in his lap and in the hand that's covering his mouth.]
—Sorry! I'm-- [COUGH.] -fine!
[A little poof of tiny blue petals flies out from between his fingers.]
You don't look it? [All these flowers help! She pulls a napkin from her pocket, and hands it to him, lightly patting at his back. She'll also guide him to a proper seat.]
[Mostly azure with a gentle sprinkling of marine... He will take the napkin, though, and let himself be led to sit.]
It's not-- so bad...
[He's dealt with so much worse TB before, this is fine!!! Though he is still wheezing tremendously and coughing up a few bits of petals here and there. At the very least, he seems to be strongarming the worst of it under control...]
[She's had something of a peek at the books on flowers in the libraries by now. Her off-hand knowledge is limited but she knows the blues tend to lean to — well. The blues.
She takes a seat at his side, still holding on. I forget if this is before or after power returns so I'm deciding after: with one hand to his back, she casts Cure Wounds.
His chest will clear and his throat will feel soothed, as if he's drunk tea with divine honey. The petals will stop for the moment. All ailment gone.]
[HE'S CURED... Magic is still wild to him especially since powers have been off this wholeass time so he's never actually witnessed it, and he blinks, clearly startled when everything calms down.]
Mm? Ah... [Touching his throat lightly and then glancing over to her.] ...Was that you?
[As for the question, WELL, YOU SEE. Sometimes you're a very private person who doesn't like their emotion flowers getting everywhere for everyone to see. He glances down at the petals, frowning.]
Yes, that was me. [With a small smile and a flourish of her fingers, a flame sparks to life dances in the middle of her palm.] I don't have a lot of magic. Just enough to help in a pinch.
[Don't rely on her for miracles or resurrections, but if you want wilderness survival baby she is your gal.
She closes the hand and the flame goes out.]
Why so? I would gladly welcome your company. You don't ever have to hide away from me, even if you're not feeling well.
Oh! [MAGIC. Damn, even knowing it's a thing for others it's still wild witnessing it for himself. He looks like he wants to reach out and touch it even though it's a fckin fire, but fortunately she closes her hand first. He offers a little smile.] Well... Thank you very much for the help. I feel better now...
[Physically, but alas, the emotional turmoil persists.]
I'd rather not trouble anyone, that's all. We all have so much we're dealing with, after all! The last thing I want to do is add to it even a tiny bit.
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Anyway thank you very much for the comforting backrub, Dahut's trying desperately to get his coughing under control. He has so many blue flowers and petals in his lap and in the hand that's covering his mouth.]
—Sorry! I'm-- [COUGH.] -fine!
[A little poof of tiny blue petals flies out from between his fingers.]
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You don't look it? [All these flowers help! She pulls a napkin from her pocket, and hands it to him, lightly patting at his back. She'll also guide him to a proper seat.]
Come now, sit down. Take it easy, breathe...
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It's not-- so bad...
[He's dealt with so much worse TB before, this is fine!!! Though he is still wheezing tremendously and coughing up a few bits of petals here and there. At the very least, he seems to be strongarming the worst of it under control...]
—Sorry to worry you...
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She takes a seat at his side, still holding on. I forget if this is before or after power returns so I'm deciding after: with one hand to his back, she casts Cure Wounds.
His chest will clear and his throat will feel soothed, as if he's drunk tea with divine honey. The petals will stop for the moment. All ailment gone.]
Don't be sorry. You're not troubling me at all.
Were you hiding back there?
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Mm? Ah... [Touching his throat lightly and then glancing over to her.] ...Was that you?
[As for the question, WELL, YOU SEE. Sometimes you're a very private person who doesn't like their emotion flowers getting everywhere for everyone to see. He glances down at the petals, frowning.]
...I just wanted to be out of the way.
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[Don't rely on her for miracles or resurrections, but if you want wilderness survival baby she is your gal.
She closes the hand and the flame goes out.]
Why so? I would gladly welcome your company. You don't ever have to hide away from me, even if you're not feeling well.
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[Physically, but alas, the emotional turmoil persists.]
I'd rather not trouble anyone, that's all. We all have so much we're dealing with, after all! The last thing I want to do is add to it even a tiny bit.
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You wouldn't be. At least I don't think so. Did someone tell you it was bothersome?