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It works. It helped after we all had to have major surgery once. Do you have the sparks or should I pay?

[ She's! So! Unsure! ]

Small ... [ A small, enclosed space, that she'll be closed up inside. Her ears go back, her brows furrowed. ]

....you could go small again?

And I'm going to be here.

[ She doesn't know how to explain how much neither of those help her feel better about this. She just. She does not want to go in there. Does not want a door closed on her. Nope! No thank you! ]

[ Edges further inside, her butt and tail still sticking out as she sniffs it from top to bottom. ]

I don't like it.

....

[He breathes deep. Lets it out.]

Its the quickest way to deal with the wounds. You'll be asleep for it too.

[ Her ears flatten further, her tail giving a bit of a lash. ]

[ Rather than dignify that with any kind of an answer, she backs out and sits in front of the pod, thinking her way through it for herself. ]

....I could put you to sleep. So you won't be aware of it at all.

[Why do you make this so hard Meri. HE IS TRYING SO HARD HERE.]

Or use all the spell slots I have though I think I'll pass out right after and I don't know how much that'd fix.

[ Her tail lashes again, harder this time, and she growls quietly. ]

No. You're not helping! [ Lash, lash. ] Let me think and decide!

....

[maybe he can just disassociate because he can't deal]

[ Neither of us are happy about any of this. ]

[ And she is even more unhappy that she doesn't know why she doesn't want to go in. She's bristled and agitated and she knows it should be fine, it should be easy, it's no big deal? The pod will heal her. She needs healing. Simple, right? ]

[ Right. ]

[ Right. ]

[ It takes some time, but she eventually manages to make herself move, climbing inside the pod and hating every second of it until sleep steels over her. ]

[Nnnnnnope]

[And he's just going to sit here and just....let her go, though there's a touch more relaxation when she actually goes in.]

[....does he actually need to pay for feeling, NEED IT FOR THE CHARTS[

[ nah, she's got this! ]

[He seriously debates just leaving. Maybe go shoot things.]

[But he said he'd stay]

[So he's staying, just gonna let himself zone out]

[....berating himself for a lot because you know]

[Coping]

[ The moment she's done and the door pops open, she bolts out into the room with an unhappy yip, half spreading her wings out and giving herself a big ol' shake. Dislike, dislikedislike - ]

[It actually gets him to start pretty dramatically when she zips by.]

[Ends up stumbling out of his chair, blinking in a daze, looking around and]

....

Are you feeling better?

[Very. Flat.]

Edited 2019-12-15 07:35 (UTC)

[ shake shake shake ]

[ SHAKE SHAKE ]

[ SHAKE ]

[ She's practically radiating discomfort, her feathers all bristled up and her ears pinned. Her wings spread out the rest of the way and give a single hard flap. Which, somehow … that helps? A little. Not enough. ]

[ Swings her head around to stare at Dusk. And, you know what? She's just going to say it. Not to whine, not to complain, just to make sure that it's absolutely, emphatically clear. ]

I. Hated. That.

Obviously.

[He opens his mouth to say something else.]

[Then he shuts it.]

[Sighs again.]

But are you okay now?

No! [ She's full of bees and she needs - ]

[ She needs out. ]

I want to fly. That'll help.

It should be safe outside as long as you avoid the singing.

Never trust sounds out there.

[ She immediately starts off towards the door, less her usual bounce and more a jittery stride. ]

[ But then she pauses. Looks back at him. ]

Coming with?

Do you want me to?

If you want to? Yes. If you don't? Okay. [ Her end of her tail twitches and flicks slowly. ]

I like company and we should talk. But I need to fly. [ The bees, they are a problem. ]

[He doesn't know what he wants. If he lets himself feel, everything is conflicting.]

[It's easier not to so he's just going to continue to do that, face very blank.]

[He gestures for her to go ahead and he'll follow.]

[ She doesn't know what to make of that response. Doesn't like the blankness, doesn't like the cold, stone-walled shutdown. It sets her teeth on edge almost as much as everything that came before. With an effort she bites her tongue and just goes, walking fast but not so much so that she ditches him, until they're out of the train. ]

[ The moment she gets a breath of fresh air, she bunches her muscles and leaps up into it with a cry of relief, hard wingbeats taking her up, up, up. ]

[He doesn't know if it sets her off edge. It might. He tries to compromise and that fails. He's concerned and somehow that's bad. He doesn't know how to react that isn't going to go badly.]

[So he doesn't. Because he doesn't trust himself to be emotionally delicate. He's bad at it. He knows he is, and it's worse when he's]

[He's not doing well himself.]

[It's so much easier to just stop the feeling, but he also doesn't want anything bad to happen to her. So he follows her silently and will take a seat outside of the train and just keep an eye on her.]