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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.
[Aether will find himself sprawled out on a makeshift bed, the stars shining brightly in the sky by now. There was a campfire nearby, the smell of chicken mushroom skewers roasting over the flame strong and noticeable.
Aether himself won't find himself in the greatest shape, with a throbbing head wound and a dislocated shoulder joint, not to mention a number of cuts and scrapes. Despite the injuries however, all of them appear to be rather expertly treated and bandaged.
And the source of that expert care? Was none other than the young adventurer Bennett, currently tending to the food cooking for them.]
You really gave me a fright there, you know that? You shouldn't have pushed me out of the way of that rock slide.
[The thing about Stormterror's Domain, the essential piece of knowledge any clearheaded traveler should carry, is that quelling the dragon's ferocity did nothing for the safety of the environment around the base of the tower. The Knights have even considered that Fatui activity and abyss mage sightings are increasing without anything large and angry to scare them off.
And the hilichurls. There are always hilichurls.
Anyway. What Kaeya is doing all the way out here is nobody's business but his. What he's doing is...what he figured he could. Given the circumstances. They're tucked up in the space between ruined old walls, with something of a fire made from the wood he ripped from a wrecked caravan. Ruin guard no longer an issue. Aether not at all conscious enough.
At least it hasn't started to rain. Kaeya fiddles with a single mora, rolling it across the back of his hand between his fingers and looking at the sky. One might mistake him for daydreaming, losing himself in the thin grey clouds scalloped across the beginnings of sunset. The moment Aether makes a noise, however, the coin disappears and Kaeya focuses on him with stark alertness.]
[ Now, normally, Satoko was quite sure that Rena could take care of herself. But after she'd heard that Rena had a terrible cold and was bed-ridden, and Keiichi had nearly destroyed the kitchen attempting to make her some soup ... it was time for someone more competent to step up to the plate.
Satoko had gone shopping for all the ingredients necessary -- everything needed for a hearty chicken broth that would clear up that cold in no time, plus a little bit of spice to clear out what must have been a lot of congestion, based on the sounds Satoko could hear echoing down the hall from Rena's room -- coughing, sniffling, nose-blowing ...
After an hour or so of chopping, simmering and taste-testing, Satoko finally brought a bowl into Rena's room for her to consume. She flung the door open, looking rather pleased with herself. ]
Ohohoho! I hope you are prepared for this soup to have you feeling better in no time!
[ damn it jim she's a doctor. shouko heals using her reversed curse technique. gen is fine and more likely. m/f & f/f fine if you want to try something though. ]
[There is currently one irritated Snake patting over everything in his meticulously organized first aid kit to make sure he can start bandaging and gauzing an injured snake.]
When I told you I was looking forward to my new jacket, I didn't know you'd stab yourself in the hand during the process.
[The bell above the door chimed and Snow looked up from his task of sorting herbs into small paperbags. His crimson eyes fell on a familiar face and he stood up to open the door to the back of the small shop.]
Lock the door.
[To the outside world, his shop looked like a simple shop that sold herbs and herbal medication. To those that persuade less legal activities, he were known for patching up and helping out villains and Dabi happened to not be here for the first time.]
[ For weeks, Ferdinand has been telling Edelgard that she's pushing herself too hard. He understands why, of course. They've been facing off against a truly dastardly opponent embedded within the Adrestian Empire itself, an opponent that he's come to learn is responsible for not just the tragedies that have plagued Fódlan, but also personal hardships and atrocities that Edelgard herself has been through.
Which is precisely why he was afraid something like this might happen. Though the underground battle was won, she had been so overextended that the resulting cave-in nearly finished the job that those who slither in the dark started. And while she's escaped the battle without any major injuries, the twisted ankle that resulted is precisely the sort of thing that a nobleman like Ferdinand is capable of handling while they wait for a healer to arrive. ]
There, that should suffice for now. You will need to keep it elevated, and please, do not put any weight on it.
[ It's quite a sight, Ferdinand down on one knee as he's wrapped his handkerchief securely around her swollen ankle. Her boot stands upright next to him, which he'd had to delicately remove so that he could tend to her injury without causing her further pain. ]
Hubert will be beside himself with worry. I can already hear him scolding me for allowing you to come to harm.
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