momming | Catch-all; Beau

[IT'S FINE she's probably - well, actually.

she's probably asleep outside the winter dorm on the porch, with a blanket. she's sitting up and it looks like she didn't mean to fall asleep here, oops.]

[ BEAU IT'S COLD WHY--

Look, she'd normally let someone sleep but. Not someone who was injured and not in this weather, but she'd also seen Beau flinch back earlier, so she just carefully crouches down in front of her. ]

Beau?

[STOP SHE'S SLEEPY

she doesn't jump, just blearily looks at otome.]

... Otome. [hewwo]

Good morning. [ With a little, worried smile. ]

Can I help you up? You should probably head inside where it's warm.

Oh. [... hesitates.] I don't want to keep getting up to open the door.

[so she came to sit out here.]

... You have a lot of people who care about you. I'm not surprised.

[ But. Hm. ]

Have more people been by between then and now?

Not as many. [she mutters, resting her burned cheek back down onto her arms gingerly.]

... Would you like to stay out here a little longer? I can go get you a few more blankets and some painkillers.

[ Or Beau can go in and rest, she's not picky. ]

[a pause, and then:]

I don't think I can stand up, actually. [she admits, sheepishly.] So, uh. So that'd be okay.

Ah.

[ Ahhh?? ]

I could carry you, but--

[ WHAT IF THAT MAKES IT WORSE ]

[she pauses, thinking, and then:] Maybe - just. You could help me up. Slowly.

The burns are everywhere. [she mutters that last part, like she doesn't want otome to hear.]

[ She may only have hearing in one ear right now, but excuse-- ]

Of course. [ As she offers an arm. ] We can take it as slowly as we need to. I'd also like to try and treat your burns a little more.

[gingerly, she takes that arm! otome will be able to see the third degree burns over her hands and sneaking up past her sleeve, though she's wearing long sleeves like she's trying to hide it.]

If you want.

Of course I want.

[ IT LOOKS SO PAINFUL. ]

Beau, I don't like seeing you hurt. I don't like the idea of you enduring pain if there's anything I can do to help.

[a pause, and then she sort of just smiles. softer than usual.]

It's probably not gonna make you feel better but I'm used to this. [...] You're the doctor, I'll do what you decide.

You're right, that doesn't comfort me in the slightest. Did your group not have a healer?

[ Up we go, young lady. ]

[she groans a little when she stands, but it's fine. she can stand with the help.]

We actually have two. [she says, with a little giggle that sounds loopy from the pain.] We don't, uh. Always have time to sit and heal. Or we can't afford to waste the spells.

... I see. So you got by in any way you could.

[ It's fine, they'll take it slow. ]

Yeah. [maybe she will lean against otome a little.] We get into a lot of trouble. And sometimes the difference between living and dying is uh, a teleport spell instead of a healing one.

That's fair. Clearly whatever your group is doing, it's been succeeding.

[ Since you're alive.

But time to make their VERY SLOW way back inside. Lean as much as you need. ]