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Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate.
[Either role is fine. Jekyll has a very considerate and caring personality, so he would make a good caretaker, especially if he's the presumed Servant of the person he's caring for.]
[ Ever since leaving Mirkwood, they've rarely had a chance to just... be still. It had been constant moving, constant evading, and then hiding. Technically, they were still hiding. But at least they could sit, drink and eat something warm. A few of the Dwarves were laying down on the floor, too tired to do much more.
Billa had a blanket wrapped around her for warmth, waiting for her clothes to dry. She had been given a nightgown by one of the young girls, the hem of it brushing the tops of her toes as she moved quietly around the Dwarves snoring on the floor. She had a mug of tea and it was almost too large for both of her hands.
Yet she managed to take it over to where Thorin stood at the window, his eyes ever on the mountain. His home.
It was only when she was closer that she noticed the cut along his temple. ]
You're hurt!
[ A soft exclamation, considerate of the others sleeping but not believing she had missed it before now. ]
[ F/M for shipping, OTA for gen things. Either role's good, but she will be the worrrrst patient if she's the injured one. Civil War compliant, prefs here. ]
Oi! Hold still, wouldja? [ tracer elbowed the un-burnt half of junkrat's back with the hand that was holding the jar of burn ointment she was trying to apply to him. the large portion of scorched flesh in front of her smelled something awful, but she felt partially responsible for its existence. she knew that he'd been interested in taking a look at one of her pulse bombs&mash; but she'd carelessly left one out anyway while she'd gone to get a cuppa. and while he shouldn't have been touching things that didn't belong to him, she could help feeling a little bit guilty about it.
but that didn't mean she was quite happy with him, either.
since he'd gone and blown himself up while the doctor was away, she'd helped herself to the clinic and all it had to offer. she'd become back with what was probably far, far too many bandages, a few different creams and ointments labelled for burns, and even an aloe vera spray. she thought she was doing a pretty good job&mash; if only he'd stop wiggling so much. ] You really did a number on yourself, here, mate. But that's what you get, muckin' about with someone else's bombs. [ but enough chastising. ] Does it hurt?
( The tournaments hosted by her father each year are typically noisy, rowdy affairs. That much, she is accustomed to. But rarely are they bloody, even if a risk always exists for horse and rider both. Again, at least in her limited experience. Since her father is too old to participate himself, he has taken to becoming a spectator, and brought her along instead of her mother. For once, she is seated side-by-side with him as the knights command the lists, and it is thrilling.
Until one of them, whose family she has honestly never heard of before, is nearly unhorsed, and takes an injury. Confusion reigns in the lists, and she exchanges one glance with her father before abandoning her seat beside him to descend into the chaos herself. She needs to get a better look at it; she has been raised to be a good chatelaine, and has basic medical knowledge.
Enough to know, as the people eventually let her through, that he really should not be still up on that horse. Glancing up, she provides an excuse with a mild flirtation: )
It would be quite difficult to sweep me off of my feet from such a height, would it not, sir knight? It would please me if you would come down so that I might afford you the chance.
( A moment passes, and she chooses to make an addendum to her request. )
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