fleurdesel: right, sad, serious, tired (Keep talking. I'm walking.)
Adele LeBlanc ([personal profile] fleurdesel) wrote in [personal profile] folklorist 2012-06-06 07:05 pm (UTC)

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I know you don't. If I could treat it without seeing, I would. You know this.

[For a moment she's tempted to tell him that no matter what it was he didn't want her to see, whatever he hid, it was quite likely she has seen worse. But it's not about the appearance, not for him. Otherwise he wouldn't be so very adamant about keeping covered. There's a connection here, one she might go so far as to guess at- but she won't. Bring it up, guess, or ask. All she wants, all she needs is to make certain he can sleep easily tonight and that the bulk of it is mended to the best of her ability.]

Not tonight. You're exhausted. You'll need at least a day's rest before it would be wise to use your magic to heal yourself. Perhaps as many as two. Maybe more, but I cannot know until I've seen the worst of your injuries.

[She slides her hand across the table, lets it rest near his. Not close enough to touch, but enough that the warmth of her hand would radiate against his chilled skin.]

Let me help you. I promise, I won't ask. I won't bother you about anything I see. I won't look longer than I must to make certain you are treated. I won't speak of it. You've my word Helios.

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