Badly Injured Man Not Done Partying Yet

[withwisdom]

WHO: Zelda and others
WHERE: Various
WHEN: November
WHAT: Quests and other things.
WARNINGS: None at the moment.

(This post is mainly to serve as a catch-all for log threads. If you want to thread shoot me a pm and we can think something up together. No open prompts because apping new character + two events this month = me needing to chill.)

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[promissum]

[He perks up, even though he's clearly suffering through an illness. His smile still shines through.]

That's very kind of you.

[He starts a fire and moves the pot over it, waiting for it to get to a boil before throwing everything else in.]

[withwisdom]

[ and while he does that, she'll drop her tote back in the living room and pull out the toy. small enough to find between her hands flat, she goes back to the kitchen as he's finishing throwing things in and offers it. ]

A friend for you, after you gave up your can to the well before.

[promissum]

[He's honestly so touched. Look at this cute little stuffed fish. Sure it's gray, but that's how sardines are. He's startled by it, but he loves the thing.]

This... is wonderful.

It's really for me? [He sounds so surprised by it as he takes it from her hands and just hugs it.]

[withwisdom]

It most certainly is, ahah. I'm glad you like it so much.

[ the slightest laugh can't help but be drawn out at such an adorable display of affection for the sardine. seeing an ancient vampire be so taken by a little plush toy is heart-warming. so typical of his earnestness. ]

[promissum]

I'll treasure it always.

[And have it on his person at all times, because that's just the kind of demon he is.

Strangely he feels a lot better now that he's got the fish in his possession.]

It seems it's good luck too. My sickness seems to be lifting.

[Weird, but Chroma is. He won't examine it for that long.]

[withwisdom]

Really now? Well that's a relief--

[ and then she has to stop mid-sentence to sneeze - achoo - and sniff after ]

Aha, that's a relief. I'm glad you feel better.

[ her, not so much. ]

[promissum]

We'll have to wait a bit before the stew is properly finished.

[Zelda will have to suffer for a while longer.]

I hope you enjoy it.

[withwisdom]

I'm sure I will. Do you mind if I just rest on your sofa until it's done?

[ she wants to offer help, but with her sickness it isn't a good idea for her to touch any food. pity. ]

[promissum]

Not at all. Rest up and I'll get you when it's finished.

[withwisdom]

I thank you.

[ and she'll head to his living room to sit on the sofa. and though she intends to stay awake and wait for him, it doesn't really take more than a few minutes for her to start nodding off. she didn't get a lot of sleep while making that toy, and her sickness is making her unable to handle it as she normally could.

so without thought of anything she falls asleep, easily despite being in his home. if she had the better sense to care, she'd scold herself for being rude. but he won't mind, as he never seems to. ]

[promissum]

[It hardly matters to him what manners are. It's just not a part of demon cultures- or rather his own upbringing. Besides, she's sick and even if she's not human, she probably needs to rest to recover. There's no reason to wake her up until the stew is finished and ready to serve.

Still, he sets one of his capes over her shoulders until the stew is finished.

A good thirty minutes later he's ladled some into bowls and brings it over to her, gently shaking her shoulder.]

The meal is ready.

[withwisdom]

Mhm.

[ her eyes scrunch and then open, vision blurry for a few seconds as she awakens from interrupted sleep. she... fell asleep? that's not good. she yawns and rubs her face, and when she stretches out her arms she realizes there's a cape on her shoulders. definitely one of his. ]

Was I out for too long? Sorry -- the soup smells good.

[ she feels bad, a guest shouldn't just fall asleep in someone's home like that. she pushes the cape a little off her, but immediately brings it back up because she feels so cold. the spicy elixir she drank must have worn off while she slept. ]

[promissum]

[It's a nice teal color, something between their two shades of blue and yellow. She's probably seen him wearing it out and about with the weather being what it is.]

You weren't. You've no need to apologize. You said you were sick. This is natural.

[He assumes. He definitely wanted to stay in bed while he was brought down by a cold.]

Go ahead and eat.

[He holds the bowl over to her.]

It's my understanding that food helps as well.

[withwisdom]

Thank you.

[ she pulls the bowl a little closer to herself on the table and takes a spoonful, blowing gently before taking it in. she hums light and swallows, smiling at him before dipping the spoon back in for more. ]

It's good. You mixed it well.

[promissum]

[He'll take some bites out of his own. He used rabbit instead of sardines, well aware that his favorite isn't most people's favorite.]

Hmhm... Fenrich is usually the one that does the cooking. This is new to me.

[withwisdom]

A friend of yours? You must have taken pointers from him.

[ her opinion is colored by the fact that he made it to help her, and it's working too. as she eats she's beginning to feel a lot stronger than before, the illness fading away rather quickly. maybe she just needed a good meal? ]

[promissum]

He's my steward.

[There's a small smile as he remembers him.]

How are you feeling?

[withwisdom]

Better. Much better, actually.

[ she says between bites, her bowl nearly finished now. it's warm and flavorful, but it seems very odd to feel better so quickly! ]

You didn't happen to put anything in here besides the normal ingredients?

[promissum]

No. I used potatoes, carrots and some rabbit meat.

There's no medicine in there, at least, none that I know about.

[withwisdom]

Curious. [ but she shrugs nevertheless. ] Well, I'm starting to feel like my old self again, so thank you.

[ and with one more sip, the soup is all gone. ]

[promissum]

Good. If you're still hungry, there's extra on the stove.

[AKA, he has no idea what a normal stomach takes and he probably over did it.

Oh well, Minato can have some when he comes home.]