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vorbo from my bl comic ([personal profile] affal) wrote2022-02-13 11:43 pm
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[personal profile] perfectlygoodbird 2022-04-27 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Estinien. [She breathes that--he's the typical Pleroma that Meteion would consider using a spear, since that's so apropos for a dragoon like Estinien. She frowns. But the dragoon is also the type to give no quarter--she remembers that well enough from their altercation in Ultima Thule.]

I unmade him once, you know. [Voice turning conversational, she takes the needle and thread from Makoto, and pauses, simply because Meteion is considering how best to go about this. Does she know how? Not exactly, but she's seen sewing done before...] I don't have the ability to do that any more, though.

I've never sewn people. In Elpis, sewing fabric was common, however. I'm well aware of the concept. I'm not afraid. You need this. I can do it. [The bird is certainly resolute about it. She can feel his pain, and she wants to ease it. That alone would stiffen her spine.]

I'd wait until my retainer gets back with supplies, but I'm not sure you can wait. Deep breath, hold it, please, as I begin.

[For a novice, she's certainly got a confident demeanor and a surprisingly gentle touch. That and, as an empath, she's probably using her empathy to dull his pain a little. No, she didn't ask, but she can tell how bad off he is. She can't take it away entirely--not and do a good job. So Meteion isn't, and won't. But if he's angry about trying to ease it? She'll apologize later...]

Do you want me to try to find someone with healing magic to check if there's anything serious internally, once we're done? I could ask Emet-Selch, but I yield to what you feel up to.
perfectlygoodbird: (your sorry eyes out)

[personal profile] perfectlygoodbird 2022-05-03 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
He's kinder to his friends.

[It's a bit flat, but clearly Meteion isn't sure if she is one of Estinien's friends at the moment. Likely not. She'd say she was his, but she's also quite aware that she's on the wrong side, and that the Dragoon makes no quarter with such things. Meteion mostly is talking to provide a distraction; there is something to be said that small fingers are deft fingers. Since she does have small fingers, small hands, even when M moves, she's able to follow. So that the pain she is causing is over, and swiftly. The stitches are neat and close together, though they're an angry red from freshness, and still oozing a bit.]

I don't think they'll tear, but I'd rather my servant help you back to your quarters. This way, neither of our work will be undone. With what you've suffered, you're unlikely to simply stroll back to your room.

[His assumption is correct; Meteion would definitely not ask for anything in return. She's only glad that she was there to be able to help him. Her servant has stood there quietly, awaiting whatever orders he might be given. Gurbahl well knows it's not his place to have an opinion, here. Even if that's by his own choice--Meteion would never say such a thing.]
perfectlygoodbird: (do I fit the pieces together again)

[personal profile] perfectlygoodbird 2022-05-07 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Meteion can see it, though it is strange to her, it's not really any different than someone getting the sweet caress of healing magic. She can sense it, too--her empathy tells her that there is soothing not of her own doing. Good. She's done what she came here to do; help M. That's the most important thing. She didn't do it for his thanks, but when it comes, she smiles at him all the same.]

You're welcome. And you aren't. Leaning so much on my generosity, I mean. I'm happy to help! And Gurbahl will do what I ask, even if he wasn't happy about it.

[At that, the large green man looks startled for a moment, and then shakes his head.] This isn't something I'm unhappy about, my lady. Just unexpected, is all. Young sir, how might I help you best? After all her hard work, it'd be rude of me to wreck it by harming you.

[And it should be fairly clear in his demeanor that, giant though he is, Gurbahl is a gentle sort, normally. Though it's also clear that should someone threaten the bird, it was likely he'd take violent umbrage. It's in the way he moves, but he also edges closer to M and goes down on one knee, concern written on his face.]

Let him breathe, Gurbahl! You don't need to be in his face! [Not that he was truly in M's face--that would be too much of a challenge, especially for servant to Aion. Even if that Aion wasn't his. Still, he shuffles backwards awkwardly to give Makoto the space that Meteion demands of him. He's patient. He'll wait until the man is ready to move on his own, and just give support when needed. And it seems that Meteion is willing to wait for his strength to return, such as it is, as well.]

Do you want anything to eat after this? Even if it's something simple? I'm not sure how you feel about actual food, but I know that sort of thing is necessary to recover...

[Briefly, Meteion feels rather silly about it, but she shakes her head and offers the demon a smile. Even after everything, she has to be herself, and her concern is so clearly not feigned.]
perfectlygoodbird: (is all your own)

[personal profile] perfectlygoodbird 2022-05-24 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Meteion is quick to shore up M's other side--she doesn't look like much, but the entelechy is enough to ensure walking straight, and hopefully, not making what wounds M has inside any worse. He might even have his arm leaned on her head, but if that's the case, she clearly doesn't mind.]

Okay. That is fair. I...don't really know how insides work, so...

[That admission has Meteion blushing, and Gurbahl, who had just nodded at M's gratitude--the big man seems to have realized making as little as possible of it was the right idea--well, he's laughing outright at his small lady. She just gives him a grin--clearly, they are friends as well as mistress and servant, which...isn't that just like the bird?]

I can stay close until you feel better. Gurbahl can go about his business--I figure the smaller your audience, the better you'll feel. Maybe you can sleep a little. I mean you no harm--in no way will I hurt you after I've done my best to fix you! I'll do my best to not annoy you, too.

[Meteion's aware that some people find her friendliness and general happiness...taxing, and when M is trying to rest and heal, her being quiet is probably the best thing she can do.]

Are there many doors left to your room? This is the proper hallway, isn't it?