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Day 91 AM [video] Public + Private to Maggie

[Dilandau's lying on the sofa in his living room, holding his arm above his head to film. He's forgone his usual armour-and-diadem getup for a red shirt from the wardrobe. The swelling on his face has gone down, but the bruising has faded into an unattractive yellow]

Kenzi, I've finished that trap. Come to 15 and I'll show you how to set it up. I'll make another once we're sure it works.

[To everyone else, the message seems to end for a moment as he makes a message Private to Maggie]

Maggie, I want to see you later too. I've got questions about those dreams of yours.

[To everyone else, the message appears to start up again as he switches back to a public message.

His expression sours and he pushes his hair off of his forehead, huffing. He's obviously irritated at having to ask something that he feels beneath him]

Is there anything useful to do that doesn't involve heavy labour? I'll even take recommendations for books that won't bore me to sleep if there's nothing to be done. Or Mina, have you found any herbs that'll speed up bone healing since we've spoken?

[He very much doubts that the answer will be 'Yes', but it never hurts to ask.]

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[This is the look of someone whose day has just gotten a bit worse]

And now you're being helpful again? Make up your mind about me, woman, I'm tired of your games.

[And this is the look of someone not paying attention.]

I apologized, Mr. Dilandau. And I'd offer to help with your injuries, but you don't seem to want it.

[He really hates it when she pulls new swathes of information about herself out like that all of a sudden]

And now you're a secret doctor too?

No. Not at all. But I know how painful bone injuries are. I could possibly help with the pain.

[She's not sure. She's never done it for a human before.]

[He stares at her for a long moment, considering. If he's able to take advantage he will, but not if it puts him in danger or in her debt]

How? If it involves you jabbing at me with a needle you can stay in your lighthouse.

A little bit of faith.

[She's not sure how to describe it. And if it doesn't work... she doesn't want to assure him that it will.]

No jabbing, I promise. I can't promise that it will work. I've only done it once.

[To a cat.]

[The thought that Raphael might have a say in granting her faithful prayer gives him pause]

Faith in you or from you? And what happens if it goes wrong?

Just faith in something. I have enough faith in my God for both of us.

[She's not sure how to explain it! It's something she's never done with humans before.]

If it goes wrong then nothing happens. You don't get a respite from your pain, and everything goes on as normal. If it goes right, some of the pain should be eased.

[He's obviously considering it hard]

What payment do you expect?

This first time? It's a peace offering. If it works, we can negotiate a price later.

I've got a guest looking at the traps I made. Come over in half an hour and we'll see how it works.

Alright.

[She actually waits 45 minutes, having gotten busy looking at books in the library. She doesn't remember everything from the one marine biology class she took as a filler in her junior year of high school.

Brigid knocks on the door, carrying a couple books in her arms.]

[He answers the door after a few moments. Though his eyes narrow when he first sees her, he smooths his expression into something fairly neutral. He doesn't want her to realise how tense anything medical makes him. He stands aside so she can come in]

Do I need to lie down or can we do this seated?

Whichever makes you more comfortable.

[She steps in and sets her books on a side table. She flexes her hands. It will hopefully work. She wants it to.]

I just need your shirt off.

[He brushes past her and walks to another doorway. He pauses before going through]

I'm not doing this in the hallway. You can put those books on a table in here.

[With that he enters the living room. He's too tense to keep his back to her, so he turns so that he's facing her as he unbuttons his shirt. He leaves it folded neatly on the table before he starts unwinding the bandages around his chest. The bruising here is far deeper than on his face, especially up the left hand side, where there's still a vague outline of a shoeprint among the marks.

Once his torso is bare he sits on the sofa and watches her warily]

Edited 2013-07-16 00:12 (UTC)

[She follows him into the living room. Her books are set quietly on a table, and then she slips off her bomber jacket. Once he's seated, she walks over and crouches in front of him. She flicks her eyes up to his.]

I hope this works.

[Her fingers are cool when they settle against the shoe print. She can feel the pain, the smell surrounds her. Brigid pushes it out of her conscious mind and concentrates.

It's not like accepting the pain from the cat. She remembers the terror and worry that the cat had felt around her. But Dilandau is different. Brigid furrows her brow and concentrates.]

St. Raphael, please guide my hand and my skills so that this works for him. I have no wish to smell anyone in pain... Great Healer guide my abilities.

[The prayer is silent as she stares at her fingers against his skin.]

[Even that light touch makes him hiss, but after a moment the coolness of her fingers seems to spread. Between one breath and the next it suddenly doesn't hurt to draw a breath. He sucks in a deep lungful of air, the first he's drawn like that in over a week, and twists to look at his side.

The bruises still look terrible, marring his perfect torso. His first instinct is to jab them sharply to see if he'll feel them.]

[The black streaks race up her arm, disappearing before they make it to her elbow. She can feel the pain leeching away from him, and smell the lessening of the tension around him.

She smiles brightly almost laughing.]

It worked! It actually worked! I've never tried it on a human before.

[She doesn't bounce in place - though she wants to, but pulls her fingers back, away from his bare skin.]

How does it feel?

[His ribs twinge at the jab, but the pain doesn't leave him breathless as it usually would. He spreads his hand over the sight and presses, marvelling at the lack of pain.]

Maybe living among you demons isn't all bad.

[He draws another deep, deliberate breath and holds it there for a moment, right at the point of satisfying expansion, before letting it all out in a whoop. He looks over, meeting her eyes, and there's a smile on his face like he hasn't worn since the first time he met her.]

I'd forgotten what it felt like to breathe.

Edited 2013-07-17 00:21 (UTC)

Not a demon.

[She hisses the words at him. He just had to go and ruin the moment. Good think she hadn't hugged him like she'd wanted to. She's surprised it worked.]

It's not a cure. Your ribs are still broken, they're still going to be sore, and if you overdo it, they're going to remind you that's a bad idea. But it should last a few hours. I hope.

[She bites her lip. Brigid really isn't sure how well this is going to work.]

[He rolls his eyes at her reaction. It's getting to the point of farce how in denial she is]

Not a human either, which makes you a majority here.

What happens when it wears off? Is it going to rebound on me?

There are other humans here. Quite a few of them, actually.

[She can smell them. Yes, it's creepy, but she can't help it.]

No. It'll just hurt. It may seem like it hurts more, since you've been without pain for a little while. But, take it easy. Don't push yourself. Treat it like heavy duty pain killers.

No sword form? Urgh, I'm going to get flabby and useless if I don't start training myself again soon.

[It's an exaggeration, there's not an ounce of flab on him. He retrieves his shirt and starts buttoning it on again]

I'll accept this as a peace offering for now. What are you charging for the future?

No. I'd stick to gentle exercise. Not even yoga, for now, but walking is a good idea. Take it easy.

[She pushes herself up and reaches for her bomber jacket. There are patches from her father's military service on it. Her fingers ghost over one as she contemplates.]

We'll negotiate when the time comes. I'm not sure just yet. But if you can let me know when it wears off, I'd appreciate it.

[He makes a noise of complete and utter exasperated disgust for those orders.]

Yes, Doctor.

[He flops onto the sofa and the annoyance fades as he realises how relaxing it is to sit without the pain. He arranges himself into an elegant sprawl and reaches out for one of the books she'd left on the table]

What are these you're carting around?

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