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You are really bad at adjusting to body doing horrible and unexpected things, aren't you?

[He turns down the dubstep to a light bass. It's easier than adjusting his steps.]

Depends on the horrible thing.

[ Still making absolutely zero attempt to get up from where she's laying, which is maybe more telling about her trust in him than anything else. She's blind, vulnerable, and she knows she's in for a lecture - but he's not here to hurt her. ]

I've been blinded before. Kept wandering off. It drove Wash-nii insane. He resorted to popping up behind me, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and basically sitting on me when he got me back home. [ lifts a hand ] That was before I got half as paranoid as I am now. Haha. No wandering off for me.

Body swap, blindness, two for two so far.

Absolutely no wandering off like this. Where are you hurt? [Dubstep Closer.]

Most short human-pigeon girls would struggle with suddenly being a tall, buff mutant ninja snapping turtle.

[ A SHRUG ... but, ok, she sits up, tracking his movements with sightless eyes and a tilted head.

She did a shoddy bandaging job over her clothes (the sacrifice uniform, thank goodness), more in an attempt to put pressure on until she could get help doing it properly than anything else. There's a bundle around her right bicep, completely soaked in blood by now; one around her calf (less bloody, still got great); one slash across her right shoulderblade that she just straight up hasn't noticed; and some scrapes to her left forearm, though most of the injury there is bruising and therefore still obscured by her clothes. ]

Right bicep, left calf, left forearm. It got me in the face with gunk before it actually attacked me. There's a bit still on my cloak - [ which is on the floor near her bed, along with her two bloodsoaked featherswords ] - so be careful if you touch it.

... Uhm. Thank you for coming and I'm sorry for worrying you. I know I fucked up.

There's also your shoulder blade. It'd be easier if you lost the shirt.

And of course I came.

I'm going to get some water for clean up and get you treated.

[He's gonna run to Sparrow's bathroom for water instead of using up all his personal first aid supplies for clean up.]

You see me shirtless way too often, Dee-kun!

[ SIGH. But it's not actually a protest, in that she immediately starts unwinding the bandages so she can get said shirt off. By the time he gets back up, she's wadded it into a ball and has it pressed tight to gash on her bicep; it started bleeding again at all the jostling. Her pant legs are both rolled up as high as they'll go.

She has a few other cuts and bruises, but they're legitimately bandaid worthy. ]

Now whose fault is that? I don't even have to be nefarious about it!

[Can totally do a Bold Flirt right before he leaves the room, don't need to face the consequences of his actions or nothing.]

[But yes, returning soon after with fresh water, dubstep, and the shuffle of his medical supplies.]

DEE-KUN!

[ that got yelled at his retreating back, because!! gosh!! you can't say things like that and run, damnit! ]

[ once he gets back, ] I'm going to kick your ass next time we spar, mark my words.

I did always want a flirt fight. Everyone knows the bad boy should have one. [His voice is rather flat though as he lightly taps her hand over her bicep to shoot so he can work on her arm.]

[ grumble grumble grumble, her cheeks the slightest bit pink ]

Oh, you'll get a fight alright.

[ there's a tiny flinch at the touch, despite her having expected it. she does shift her hand and the wadded up cloth though, revealing a nasty gash that is absolutely, definitely going to need stitches if she can't get her magic back online. ]

And maybe a flirt. We'll see. Can you give a heads up before you touch? I don't think I'm gonna freak out on you, but it's, uhm. It's disconcerting. Just a little.

Setting up goals, are you? I can work with that. Get Chocochi to flirt back.

Noted. Cleaning the wound now. [Wet washcloth to wound.]

So why no healing casts?

You got a plan of action for that, Tellochi?

[ just a lil bit of sass. a tiny lil bit. she rests her hand on her knee, fingers tightening and then loosening again at the first brush of the cloth. ow. ]

If I could've used my spells, I'd have teleported out instead of fighting that thing. It was way too much for me. [ it's extremely dead now, BUT STILL. ] I don't know if it was something in the gunk or ... something else, maybe just proximity to it? Whatever it was, it stopped me using magic. My wings and swords still worked fine though.

I will. I know it's coming, so I'll get a list.

Your feathers harden some way that isn't magic? [He pulls away the cloth, frowning at the blood flow.] This is going to need stitches.

[ Just a hum in response to that first; she's thinking ]

It's an ability I got here. If I had to guess ... the difference is my casts involve expenditure: they cost something. The featherswords are just something I can do now. Active versus passive?

[ Automatically tries to look at the wound - oh, wait, she can't see. ]

It's that bad?

Hm. So it might be because the ability is 'native' here.

Yes. I would not be doing stitches if I didn't think they were necessary. I hate doing them.

Maybe. I'm not in a hurry to find another one to test it out.

[ ughhh ugh ugh ]

If ... you really hate it ... [ she hates the idea of being anywhere near someone she doesn't implicitly trust right now but maybe, if it's for donnie's comfort, she could. try. ]

I'm going to do it. [Flat. Firm. A very no argument tone.] If you had anyone else you were going to ask on hand, you would have.

I -

[ He's not wrong. Sighs, rubbing her forehead with her free hand ]

... Sorry, Dee-kun. I owe you one for this.

Yes you do. [Listen, he will Collect Favors.]

[He may not use them, sometimes he just likes to have them Just In Case.]

[And he Hates being the medic.]

I'm going to disinfect and start sewing. [Here is the stinging.]

[ She's fine with an open I.O.U. It's Donnie, he isn't going to use it to fuck over her or her team. ]

Well... You can call it in whenever. I'm not going anywhere. [ The disinfectant doesn't get much of a reaction beyond a soft hiss and a tightening of her fist.

The sewing, though.

The first one she tolerates with good grace. The second makes her tense. The third she fights not to flinch from, grabbing herself by the wrist to keep her arm exactly where it is. ]

Jesus. Fuck. I hate this.

[There is that. He may ask for a rough favor, usually a 'for your own good' rough, but never one to actually hurt her.]

I know. I'll let you know when I have a use for it.

[At the very least, he's efficient. He isn't a gentle medic, but the harshness is never beyond what's necessary to be quick and thorough. Ignoring the signs of distress as long as they don't interfere with his work.]

Stitches are terrible.

[ Efficient is good. Quick is good.

For the best. For the best. Just — get it over with, don't ask for a break, that'd be worse for both of them. She can take it. She can take it. ]

[ Her uninjured leg draws up to her chest, smooth enough that it won't interrupt him. She drops her head onto her knee, moves her hand from her wrist to her elbow, and grips tight with nails digging in. It hurts, but it's grounding — it's pain that she is in control of. There. Face hidden. Almost hugging herself. Holding tight so she's still and not, say, accidentally punching him. ]

Even worse when I can't see. I know it's just you, you're not stabbing me repeatedly for the fun of it, it doesn't even hurt that bad - [ It's just!! Hard! Not to get tangled up and lost in the onslaught of bad when everything feels ramped up to eleven ] How much left?

Definitely not for the fun of it. Its too much stress. Leo is a lot better at the bedside manner for this sort of thing.

[He's focused on the wound. As long as she's not making his job harder, she can do whatever she needs to. Just clean, stitch, figure out what needs to be done.]

Two more on this one. I'll need to doublecheck the others.

Hmmm'kay.

[ two more. she can handle two more easily, no problem at all. except her wings threaten twitch, threatening to flap, and shit, she's had less practice with keeping them still - ]

Can you, do you have those fun robo arms? Grab my wings -

[There is instant sound of metal moving and robo arms are grabbing her wings, flaring them out and away, to make it harder to struggle too hard.]

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