08-06-2019, 02:22 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]As if on cue, someone came knocking at her door. She lifted her head as they entered, but didn't say anything, opting to listen as they spoke. Finally setting the twig down on the floor, she nodded. They had bandages and painkillers, and were also planning to send food and water. That was a lot of hospitality to show to someone who was no more than a temporary ally, even setting aside the fact that she wasn't an actual member of Elysium, just a straggler.
They also added that they were going to fix the roof, at which Rin furrowed her brows. This really was a lot, too much if you asked her. In the pit of her stomach, she could feel dread creeping up on her; what would happen if she accepted this generosity? Would the Typhoon ultimately be destroyed for daring to help her? Everything could spiral down into hell in the span of a day, if the Pitt decided to strike, or the volcano erupted, or someone turned traitor, or the gods flipped their collective lid.
Finally, she shut her eyes and took a deep breath. It wasn't like the Typhoon showing favor to her personally. Until the Pitt was dealt with, they technically were on the same side, and that was the only reason. They wouldn't get too close to each other; everything would be fine. "Thank you," she said lowly, with a nod of acknowledgement. "I don't think I'll need any more poppy seeds."
Looking down at herself, she started cautiously removing the used bandages. If a trained medic- at least, she assumed they were trained- was here to treat her, she wouldn't need to give any orders for once. That would be nice. Elysium probably needed a practicing healer among their ranks for when she finally went on her way; maybe she would talk to Playerone about it when she returned. "I can find some more supplies to replace the ones you used, before I go," Rin added, setting aside the bloodied bandages.
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They also added that they were going to fix the roof, at which Rin furrowed her brows. This really was a lot, too much if you asked her. In the pit of her stomach, she could feel dread creeping up on her; what would happen if she accepted this generosity? Would the Typhoon ultimately be destroyed for daring to help her? Everything could spiral down into hell in the span of a day, if the Pitt decided to strike, or the volcano erupted, or someone turned traitor, or the gods flipped their collective lid.
Finally, she shut her eyes and took a deep breath. It wasn't like the Typhoon showing favor to her personally. Until the Pitt was dealt with, they technically were on the same side, and that was the only reason. They wouldn't get too close to each other; everything would be fine. "Thank you," she said lowly, with a nod of acknowledgement. "I don't think I'll need any more poppy seeds."
Looking down at herself, she started cautiously removing the used bandages. If a trained medic- at least, she assumed they were trained- was here to treat her, she wouldn't need to give any orders for once. That would be nice. Elysium probably needed a practicing healer among their ranks for when she finally went on her way; maybe she would talk to Playerone about it when she returned. "I can find some more supplies to replace the ones you used, before I go," Rin added, setting aside the bloodied bandages.
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