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Re: F!PC/Revyn Sadri
Date: 2013-07-10 08:32 pm (UTC)He sat on the edge of the bed while Cecily poked the fire. A few moments later it came back to life and lit the room with a dull, warm glow. Cecily went into the other room and he could hear her moving things around on the shelves. She returned with a towel and bowl of water, set them on the nightstand, pulled up a chair, and sat before him.
"Alright. Let's get you shirt off."
For all his cynical attitude, Revyn was a little shy. As soon as she leaned forward to help him, he moved back. "I don't need help with this. I'm not dying you know," he said sharply, blushing. Somehow, the Bosmer woman's presence had made the clasp of his belt as complicated as one of the dwemer puzzle cubes adventurers sometimes brought into his shop.
Cecily watched, faintly amused. "See, this is why I wear robes. No clasps to bother with."
Revyn ignored her, finally managed to rid himself of the belt and removed the black and gold vest he wore over his tunic. Removing the shirt would prove to be a little more difficult. He didn't think his ribs were broken, but they were protesting every time he tried to stretch his arms too much. Having denied help before had now put him in a bit of a bind--it would be foolish, in his mind, to ask now. Luckily, Cecily seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and spared him the embarrassment of taking back his words aloud. Without waiting for him to ask, she helped him ease off the tunic and set it aside.
"What did they do?" Her eyes widened as she looked over the bruises, a jarring black on his bluish skin.
"Mostly just kicked me and insulted me a lot. That was once I'd fallen to the floor." Revyn kept his eyes on his hands as he spoke. It felt wrong somehow, like corrupting innocence, to tell her of this, even though he knew well what strange and gruesome things she'd come across on her travels.
Cecily seemed at a loss for words. At last she murmured,"That's...that's so cruel. You've never been so awful to them. You don't deserve that." She covered his hands, still and cold from the weather outside, with her own. The rigors of travel and weaponry had roughened them in places, but they were warm, and the dark elf looked up and met her eyes. She must have seen some uncertainty there. "You're a good person. At least, I think so."
Revyn didn't want her to see him blushing again, so he watched as Cecily dipped the hand towel in the bowl and carefully cleaned the cuts on his hands.
"Look at me, please," she murmured, and he looked up in surprise, then felt a little foolish as she began to dab at the scrapes on the side of his face. She frowned and pressed the cold towel against them. "I hope this doesn't scar," she said. "You'll have to be careful with it...let's see. I'll make you a potion of regeneration."
Cecily went to the pot in the corner. There was already some water warming in it--Revyn had been intending to make Canis Root tea when he got back from his walk. She added a few large mushrooms, what looked like a small pile of ashes, and a wad of moss. Poking the fire, she put the top on and let it simmer a while.