recapping retribution - fireproofing

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REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

When Roman arrived on the scene to help the charred wyvern, Vox let out a relieved and grateful breath, his entire body feeling as though it could give out in pure exhaustion from panicking and running Aslisk all the way here. It wasn't that the wyvern was particularly heavy – although she sort of was, for the goat sized hybrid – but he had been so frazzled and worried that he had run beyond what he had thought to be his limits. He hoped to Bertille that at some point, someone would arrive who genuinely wanted to be a cleric within the group, like a loving guardian angel. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate Roman's help, but he definitely knew that the other male wasn't looking to be on permanent medic duty, and Vinny could very much understand that. They just needed someone who was really interested in medicine... and preferably could deal with Aslisk's fiery temper, since the sentinel seemed like she got hurt far more often than anyone else in the group, whether it was intentional or not. He could tell that Aslisk hated currently being doted on, with both the medical attention and the carrying, but the hybrid also found that he couldn't being himself to care that much, because he knew that Aslisk was just being stubborn. If she didn't accept help, she probably wouldn't ever get around again... the thought made him frown, and he quickly shook it off, not willing to admit that he had somewhat come to care about the hot shot since she had first followed after him. Sure, he was supposed to care about everyone within the Halls, since they were his friends and family, but... Aslisk felt like more of a hassle to care about than most sometimes.

When Aslisk first refused the poppy seeds, the gat's ears pinned down, his mouth opening to scold her, but then she seemed to think better, evidently driven by the sharp pain gripping her at the moment. He did scowl when he heard her continuing to talk about how she had meant to fireproof herself, and he said in a soft snap, "You are not settin' y'self on fire again. Nearly gave me a heart attack this time, and obviously it didn't work! No doin' this again, or you're gonna end up dead at this rate." His words were harsh, but they were also born out of worry, not wanting Aslisk to die because she foolishly thought setting herself aflame would somehow give her the ability to resist fire. Once he was done with his little miniature rant, Vin sighed and turned to Roman, his large ears perking up before he nodding, mumbling to the arch-templar, "Thank you, Roman... I can get her up ta her room. I doubt she'll be happy about it, but I'll just make 'er deal... plus ill try 'n' make sure she listens ta you 'n' gets bedrest." He doubted he would actually be able to get Aslisk to stay in bed, and was beginning to feel more like a Mother than a Harbinger, but he meant it. Taking a deep breath, he shifted to make sure that Aslisk was securely up on his back before he moved inside the apartment building, mumbling to Aslisk as he started the trek up to her room with a soft huff of anger through his pointed nose, "Bedrest is not... whatever th'hell you just said. Bedrest is good, because it means you'll actually heal, dumbass." He tried to be especially careful as he ascended up the steps, knowing that the strange shape of his body could jostle Aslisk's wounds, or shift her off of his back, something he very much didn't want happening.