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[athelstanthescribe]

[oom: After a bit of stargazing, Sinric and Athelstan go back up to their room. Warnings for touching, oral sex and lots of feelings.]

And some time afterward, Athelstan is in the bar. His bruises are all but faded, and though his hands, feet and back are still bandaged and he's leaning on the crutch, he's moving much more easily and with less pain, thanks to Alanna.

He may be going for a walk around the paddock area, or he may be sitting by the fire.

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[ostro_goth]

Here's a cat who comes to sit with (and on) Athelstan when he's by the fire.

Kitty remembers him and Sinric with fondness.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Mistress Kitty!" She gets careful fingertip petting. "And they said you were unfriendly."

[ostro_goth]

Kitty closes her eyes and turns her head so he can touch the soft cream-coloured fur at her throat.

That might be enough of an answer.

[athelstanthescribe]

That's a sign of trust if ever he saw one. He rubs her under the chin, as she's inviting it.

[ostro_goth]

She purrs; and then she plants herself squarely in Athelstan's lap.

[onceaviking]

And some point, in late evening, a vampire enters through the door.

He's got a fat envelope in one hand and is talking on his cell.
He looks up when he gets cut off.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan raises a hand in greeting when Eric happens to look his way.

[onceaviking]

Eric walks over.
Swaggers really.

"You look less like reheated shit than last time I saw you," he says.
Bluntly.

[athelstanthescribe]

He'd expect nothing else.

"A little less, no doubt. Time, and I let someone heal the internal damage."

[onceaviking]

"That was probably a wise choice," Eric says, dryly.
"There were things about in there that weren't supposed to."

[patterns_bloom]

"Athelstan?" Alana says, approaching him while he's at the fire. "Hi. Guppy said you wanted someone to talk to because you're having a rough time."

[athelstanthescribe]

He looks up at her, and the remaining marks around one eye do look very much like he's been hit with an armoured fist. (Because he was.)

"Hello, Alana. More - had one, I'm relatively safe now."

Relatively.

[patterns_bloom]

"That's a small blessing," Alana says, wincing as she looks him over. "I'm glad you're safe in any case. Would you like to talk here or in the infirmary room office?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"In the office?" he asks. "It isn't very private here."

[patterns_bloom]

"Of course," Alana says, and leads him to the more private infirmary office. It's sparsely decorated, with plants here and there. Alana searches the desk for a notebook and pen before leaning against it. "Why don't you tell me what happened to you?"

[soldier_blade]

Things are tense back home. Much as she's trying to get back into the swing of things, her superiors have just allowed her back into the field, but on the condition of seeing a therapist. More then that, there was the invasion.

Working in Milliays provided a distraction and way to clear her head. She's exchanging some of the horses in the paddock when she sees Athelstan hobbling along. "Athelstan."

She let the horse go for a run before going over to him. "It's good to see you on your feet again."

[athelstanthescribe]

"I had a little help." He watches the horse. "Though I can't appear more healed than I should be, Squire Alan and his magic mended the internal injuries."

[soldier_blade]

Sonya understood that: one of the reasons she refused magic healing was because it would be suspecious. "Thank god for that, atleast. Not sure the people over there are good win internal injuries."

She leaned against the railing. "How're your legs? Not too stiff?" She worried about him. For all he was putting on a brave face..she knew sometimes it was just a face.

[athelstanthescribe]

"From time to time. It's going to be easier now, I think, but walking in a way to not press on the wounds..."

[soldier_blade]

"There some place you could sit and still talk?" They weren't in combat or on assignment, he was allowed to take it easy. "The only thing to do about the stiffness is rubbing the muscles down."

There was nothing much she could do for his injuries, or that he'd even accept. She could try and easy his pain much as she could, and for her rank she wasn't so proud to help one who's done so much for her.

[thewidewideworld]

Athelstan's little blonde shadow is in the bar tonight too. Sinric is curled up by the fire with a book, writing thoughtfully but looking up to check on Athelstan every now and then.

It might be a coincidence he has a clear view of the door from where he sits but I wouldn't bet on it.

[athelstanthescribe]

One of the times he looks up, he'll find Athelstan looking back at him.

[thewidewideworld]

And Sinric smiles warmly as their eyes meet, dipping his lashes as if embarrassed to be caught. Athelstan needs time and space to be himself and Sinric won't interfere with that but it doesn't mean he isn't looking out for him.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's still trying to work out who himself is going to be now, when the shattered pieces are put back together.

"Content, my Sinric?" he says, pitched low, petting Kitty where she's still in his lap.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes." Sinric answers just as softly, his smile sweet. "Very content and happy. You?"