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They seem to do that often. It's ultimately in everyone's best interest, to know basic melee combat without having to rely on powers or more specialized weaponry. [she comments calmly with a small nod. she's all but gotten too used to "stripped of your powers" thing, after all these years.]

Please pay heed to your own recovery first, you can't help others if you don't keep your own self in shape. You can check in with the others you recognized here, once you've healed up more.

[That said, her stare does stray to his phone, left at his sides since she picked it up while taking care of his wound. He could always call, too... but hm.]

Yeah... I might have been unlucky when it comes to getting ambushed. [if the injuries that, despite healing, Ciel had come across when first finding him] Had to get a little creative to survive.

[her words would have been frustrating to him at any other time. on one hand, it made him feel powerless and incapable of managing the simplest of things. but...it wasn't his fault, right? his anger was best directed towards the people responsible for all of this. his gaze, while initially lowered to collect his thoughts and try not to let himself get consumed by feeling useless, did eventually stray as well]

Looks like there's still some work to be done on the inside too...

[despite that, it was still in better shape than the one he used to frequent back home. the church, that is. his mako-infused gaze, now admittedly full of much more life than before, was taking in his surroundings some more. speaking of something left to be done though... he never even got around to the most important thing! turning to the woman at his side, while he wasn't exactly in a smiling mood just yet, his tone of voice spoke volumes to his gratitude]

Thank you, Ciel. I might have-- [no. knowing him? he would have been a goner eventually] ... You saved me.

[spiky blonde hair, righteous attitude... HM

she wouldn't ask, either way. his wounds were his business: as long as they were healed, that's all that mattered.]

Luck is something no one can particularly claim to have much of here, in any case. [her expression doesn't change, but there is a lighter note to her tone.

at that, though, she also turns around, following his gaze briefly to take another look at the interiors that she's come to know quite well, despite their blank and unpolished states that still left much to desire.]

There isn't any pressing rush, I'm sure we'll finish it someday.

[...]

[b-blink.]

--? Ah, that's... I only did what I could, Cloud. You're welcome, but it's nothing to...

[...put that much sincerity into? It's caught her a little off-guard, is all...]

[good thing Cloud's not much of a teaser, otherwise he coulda gone a mile with her reaction. so he'll just offer a hint of a smile]

Well, I'm still grateful. Can't say I'm ready to go just yet. [go as in die] I'll figure out a way to make it up to you.

[since he can't really pay her, or give her free delivery service...or much of anything here, well. it's the thought that counts?]

[that would have been rude and not very shounen either, so!!

she offers a sheepish smile. and don't be so morbid, come on...]

Really, you needn't make any more out of it. I would've done the same to any other injured, although I do admit I was more concerned since I recognized you right away. If you insist, however, I ask that you take plenty of rest time to recuperate and avoid exerting yourself until you're fully healed. I'd worry less, and you'll be back to top form with less complications, too. Would that be a reasonable request?

[to her words, he looks down at his fists, clenching them momentarily as if to test just how well he was feeling by how tightly he could ball them up. the smile on his face never left as he took her words to heart. in the long run, she was right. he was used to pushing himself. ...and no doubt he may have tried to speed things along. but...]

Alright. [he looks back to her again] You got a deal.

Thank you, I'm glad to hear it. Should I fetch you a clean shirt? The one you were wearing has been washed and is being hung to dry right now. I'm sorry for taking the liberty, but even if it's a dark color, blood gets hard to wash out of fabric if you leave it like that for too long...

[...And then her expression goes from genuinely soft and content to sheepish and meek. So what if those housewife-ish chores are what she can't seem to stop herself from doing...]

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