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The door is shouldered open to the accompaniment of muttered, grouchy Russian. Katya is quite the sight tonight - her face swollen and bloodied from a broken nose, her coat hanging loose over one shoulder where she's pulled her arm free of the bloodied and sliced sleeve... though one wonders about whoever it is she tangled with - after all, her hands are battered as well.

When she reaches the bar, she's presented with a first aid kit.

It earns the most dour look one Other is able to scare up, yep.

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"Hello, beautiful," Tahno drawls, sauntering up like he's the king of the universe. "Hoo. Someone sure did a number on ya."

She bares her teeth at him in a macabre grin, blood staining her teeth. "You should see the other fellow."

"Will I find 'em in the morgue?" Tahno asks smoothly. He gestures to her arm. "So, you want help for this? I'm an awright healer."

Her gaze goes watchful for a moment, wary - but Skellig didn't follow, she can't sense Olga, and her arm hurts, dangit. Finally she nods, looking unaccountably young.

"Da, I... da. Spasiba."

Tahno nods, stepping a bit closer to her. He orders a basin of clean, warm water. "So, you wanna do it here, or somewhere private?"

"Private." The answer is immediate and emphatic. It's quickly followed by an explanation, but since it's in rapid Russian, it's hardly helpful.

After a moment she blinks, and tries again.

"There are... blood-drinkers. Vampires. They are..." She huffs, giving up on English as a bad job.

"Hey, hey, chill out, man," Tahno says softly, and cups her chin with gentle fingers. "We're gonna take care of ya, awright? You'll be just fine."

He takes her non-injured hand and leads her to his room, carrying the basin. After the door is firmly shut, he calls the water to his hand and covers it like a glove, which glows. He passes that hand over her face first, sensing the extent of her injuries.

She is on high alert as she settles, though she there's an eerie familiarity to this situation for her. Her gaze still wary, but she doesn't flinch away. Her nose is decidedly fractured, blood filling her airways and dripping down her face in a persistent ooze, the swelling spreading under her eyes, making her squint.

Tahno whistles low. He guides her to a chair if she wants it, and begins the healing, using the water as a catalyst to manipulate her chi, passing his glove over her face to speed up the natural process and set her nose. He sets the basin down and uses the remaining water to flush out the blood, a quick process that should warm her face. The water touches her, flows through her, a warm caress which he hopes is soothing.

Nose repaired and face marginally clean, Tahno turns to the arm to see what needs done there.

This is... utterly unlike any healing she's been subjected too before. Being dragged in front of the boss usually resulted in being flooded in power not your own, being healed despite yourself. This is decidedly different, and as the pain recedes, she becomes less wary, her posture slumping.

Something with claws got her arm, digging deep gouges into the muscle, driving in the grime of the street along the way. She makes a disgusted sound at the state of her coat - that's clearly a lost cause.

Tahno touches her cheek, unspoken concern briefly interrupting him. He crouches to move his hands over her arm, knitting the muscle back together and growing the skin loosely. It takes significantly more work, and sweat beads at his temples before he's finished. He flushes the wounds before rebuilding them, tossing the dirty water behind him into the basin while keeping the glove clean.

"Where else?" he asks, brushing her cheek with his thumb again.

"Nyet, ребенок выдра, you'll wear yourself out." She eyes him with concern, stroking her battered fingers over his cheek in turn.

Tahno turns his head to kiss her palm. "Nah, I'll be fine. 'Sides, some things are worth wearin' yerself out for," he explains, and gets to work on her fingers.

He laces his fingers with hers carefully, passing the glove over them and sinking water into them, flushing out blood which can be bruises later and knitting broken skin together. Warmth pierces down to her bones, soothing pinched nerves and straightening busted knuckles. He kisses the back of her hand when he's done.

Her hands move smoothly again, the freedom from pain almost as shocking as the pain was initially. She frames his face with those hands, leaning in to kiss her thank you.

Tahno approves of this, and sends the water back into the basin so he can cup her cheeks in return. He tilts his head into the kiss, eagerly running his tongue over her bottom lip, and nipping it.

Katya laughs, a delighted, tripping sound. She kisses her way down his neck, suckling lightly at the skin over his pulse.

"And how shall I reward you, my white knight?"

Edited 2015-02-24 08:30 (UTC)

Tahno moans softly; his neck has always been sensitive. He tangles his hands in her hair, craning his neck for her and arching his back a little.

"I don't need one," he says, upfront, "but I ain't gonna say no. So I'm sure you can think of somethin'."

He grins at her saucily, but then sobers up a little. "Ya ain't in pain anymore, right? I got it all?"

"A lingering headache." She waves a hand dismissively, "Comes of being hit in the head, no?"

Tahno blinks at her. He cups her chin and gazes into her eyes, trying to discern if she has a concussion or not. "Head injuries ain't nothing to sneeze at, Katya," he says softly.

"I am trying very hard not to sneeze at it - that would not help the headache, no?" She teases lightly. "I can reward you, and you can satisfy your worries by keeping an eye on me."

"I dunno about that. Ya got a bit of a concussion," he reports, and strokes her hair. "You should be restin'."

"I find this," She nips at his neck, just scraping the skin,
"Very," a sharper bite,
"Very," soft kisses soothe the sting away,
"Restful."

Tahno hisses at the bite, easing into a soft groan. He cups her cheek again, looking into her eyes. "I can't tell you what to do," he relents, and kisses her hungrily, suckling on her bottom lip.

[OOC: Continued here, because we learn from our mistakes.]

Edited 2015-02-25 07:29 (UTC)

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