crowbrume:
nebula1984:
Lance offered his healer friend a shrug and a smile. The man had
given Lance one of those looks. The look over the top of his glasses
that asked why he was tolerating this visit. The man set to work
examining Crow’s head wound as Lance stood nearby. He crossed his arms
as he found a clear space near a wall to lean.
“Don’t worry
about it. I’ll take care of whatever
Arthurioux
wants or needs. He’s been taking care of me for some time.” Lance
offered Crow a grin. “Just because Skyfire is a dull post doesn’t mean I
stay out of trouble.”
“Hardly ever mind you.”
Arthurioux
shook his head and sighed towards Lance. His hands were gentle as he
took to cleaning the head wound first before even making any attempts
with healing magic. “You’ve been in your fair share of fights in the
Brume with that Duskwight before. What was his name?”
“Let’s not bring him up.” Lance scowled an looked away.
“Lance
is a bleeding heart. Either he ends up on my doorstep or he comes with
someone else.” The older man explained to Crow as he checked over his
work before moving onto the healing magic, hoping to relieve the pain
and any serious damage that the young man might have suffered. “He means
well though.”
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“That is very… generous of you,” Crow said and then hissed in pain when the old man started checking on his wound. Not like he wasn’t used to being hurt, but the pain in his head which just became more or less bearable now was awoken again, and even if he knew that it was for his own sake – he didn’t like it much.
“Yeah, I see that Ser Lancefer here is a very nice guy,” he said, wincing in pain. “Picking up guys like me on the streets and all. Very, very kind of him…”
And kinda very reckless, but he didn’t say it out loud. Instead he decided to ask how serious his wounds are, because it was the most important thing right now. “also I really feel in debt to you all. Look, I’m not very good with house work or something, but if there’s something I can do for you to replay for your kindness, please, tell me.”
He let out another hiss and sighed. Now he felt tired and wondered if he would be allowed to stay here to take some rest once his wounds will be treated properly, or if he need to find another corner on the streets to spend this night again.
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“You can just call me Lance. I’m not going to insist you keep calling me Ser or even Lancefer. It’s frankly quite a mouthful most days.” Lance shrugged from where he leaned, watching the older healer work on Crow.
“And reckless.” The old healer added for Crow, obviously not afraid to speak such to the knight in the room. “Though he has gotten a bit better lately with his reckless behavior. I have not seen him quite as much lately unless he has acquired a new healer.”
Lance smirked at
Arthurioux as he pushed away from the wall to walk over. Being careful not to crowd a healer at work. He looked over at Crow to check on the man. Both curious and concerned. He hadn’t missed those hisses of pain earlier while the healer had been cleaning the wound.
“I’m not that reckless. Honestly old man. You make me sound like such a careless fool.” Lance replied before looking to Crow as he was offering to repay the kindness. “It’s fine. Really. I come from a family that can afford it. Not that I spend much of what I earn either. Though if you are going to be stubborn and keep insisting… I’ll try to think of something if it would make you feel easier about it all.” This earned Lance a snort of amusement from the healer.
“I would like to keep the boy overnight at the very least. To make sure he is not likely to keel over despite my work.”
Arthurioux
said as he lowered his hands from Crow’s head when he was done.
“Of course. I know where the spare room is down the hall. Is that alright with you, or do you have another appointment with those thugs from earlier?” Lance looked towards Crow.
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