[pcs] babo kim

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We all had burns on our hands as well, so... that's the only way in which someone was an outlier. She did say she's not made of the same stuff we are, when I asked about her skin, so it's possible she's just the only one who could notice.

[he sighs, though-]

I'm not high-! It really wasn't like that, I was trying to use the room for something else!

[oathic]

Hm. Well, maybe someone else will have more of an idea of what's up with her.

... Like what?

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Well- Beau and young master Jin and I tried writing to the master of the house. We asked if they have any enemies, if the house is feeding on us, and what we should do to stop all this. "Perhaps", "not exactly", and "look inside the heart"; it sounded to me like it may be a place or a thing, not just-- advice about our own.

[a brief pause, there.]

Since that room provided for us before, I... decided to see what would happen if I tried to use it to provide help. Asked it to show me the heart. It trapped me in there for the rest of the day-- it was just a plain wooden room, with the sound of a beating heart coming from every possible direction.

[oathic]

... Uh.

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I know, I know, Beau and Jin Ling already scolded me for it-!

[oathic]

You've eaten since then, right...?

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[........]

[oathic]

[???????]

Nie!?

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It only let me out right before curfew-! Beau barely had time to bring me to the closet, and I've been busy this morning....

[he fORGOT]

[oathic]

You need to eat! And drink something! [he sits up.] C'mon, let's go to the kitchen...

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-I'll have to make sure Beau does, as well.

[he honestly forgot to eat in part because he was just sitting with her for a while, so.]

Are you sure, though-? Shouldn't you be resting?

[oathic]

Nah, I'm fine. I've got painkillers, anyway.

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Mm, if you say so.

[to the kitchen, then, though nhs will keep an eye on him to make sure he's navigating the stairs well enough and everything.]

[oathic]

[he's maybe a little unsteady on his feet, because blood loss sucks! but he's also stubborn, so they make it to the kitchen, at least...]

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[he'll stick close in case unsteadiness turns to actually being wobbly...

but here they are, in the kitchen, with... one person having blood loss problems and one with two burned hands who's also pretty physically worn out. this will be fine.

nhs is just going to start peering into cabinets, sleeves over his hands again to try to protect them as he opens doors, but he still winces when he touches them.]

I really don't usually cook, but... there should be something simple enough...

[oathic]

Could always eat fruit or something that doesn't need preparation.

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...that should do until I can manage something else.

[probably better to have something right away.]

[oathic]

Who here can cook...?

[there was anya but

she's dead]

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Ah... that's a good question.

[he frowns, considering.]

I could just wait for the dining room...

[oathic]

Oh, yeah! Still, wouldn't hurt to get some food in you before then. It's been an entire day!

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Definitely the fruit, then.

[and maybe the kitchen has like. nuts. jerky. something.]

[oathic]

Don't forget to drink something too. Hydration is important!

[wise advice from a fire god]

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I know, I know-!

[he's fine, he knows how to sustain himself!!

except when he chooses not to do these things. anyway, he gets water also.]

Shouldn't you do the same?

[oathic]

I don't actually need to eat. I do it just 'cause I like food.

[unanswering]

Ah- right. I suppose that would go with being a god.