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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 0:04:39 GMT -5
"They're not going to do anything to us while we're here in the North's side; this is just a stopgap measure so we can rest up." Kal lays his sword down and takes his shirt off. He's covered in cuts and bruises from his two fights. He grabs a rag and dips it in the cold water in the tent and starts wiping down. He looks at her. "There's some clothes in the back; see if they'll fit us."
To her extreme displeasure and mounting horror, Arania realizes that the numbness from the poison is wearing off.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 18, 2012 0:17:40 GMT -5
"Rest up? Before what?" Her eyes flashed over him before she quickly averted her eyes and turned around. "The clothes, right," she muttered, going to the pile of fabric and digging through it. Her hand darted her her cheek, her tongue unconsciously going to explore the wound. It hurt her terribly. "What do you need, shirt and trousers?" she called over her shoulder. She winced. It hurt more to talk.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 0:22:52 GMT -5
"That'll be fine." She hears him sopping water over himself, and she quickly finds a pair of pants and a tunic that should fit him. There are no womens' clothes, but she finds some smaller pants and shirts that will fit her fine. When she turns back around, he has only a towel wrapped around his waist, but he exchanges a very cold wet rag for the clothes. "Press this against your face, it'll numb it up." He puts the pants on, then wraps his arm wounds and back wound up with a cloth before putting on the shirt.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 18, 2012 0:35:00 GMT -5
Arania did as she was told, pressing the rag against her cheek. The pressure hurt at first, but the cold began to help the pain soon enough. She kept her back to him as he changed and finished bandaging himself up. Setting the cold cloth to one side, she tugged the pants on under her skirt. The shirt would be a bit trickier. Glancing back at Kal and finding him occupied, she slipped her dress off, glad she had no stays to bother with, and replacing it with the shirt. She grabbed the rag and pressed it to her cheek once more.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 0:38:38 GMT -5
Kal next uses the clean part of his old shirt to wipe down Ice, then sets the greatsword aside and walks to Arania. "Are you all right? Other than the missing tooth, of course." He moves around her, inspecting. "You're pretty calm, really."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 18, 2012 0:41:32 GMT -5
"I'm alright, yes. I'm more upset with myself than anything. Thinking two guards would be enough, going along with men I've just met..." She eyed him warily as he circled her, feeling uncomfortable. "Do I meet your approval?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 0:45:24 GMT -5
"I'm making sure you're all right; for gods' sake, I just saved you from Frances Sand. And apparently Markus Dayne." He started dabbing her face with another wet cloth, removing the dried blood she had already forgotten was there. "I imagine you clean up nice, though, so yes you can meet my high standards." He winces as he lifts his arm past shoulder height.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 18, 2012 0:50:59 GMT -5
"Sorry," she muttered. "I'm just...I don't know." She let him wipe the blood off, calmly watching his face and trying not to think about the pain in her jaw. She noticed him wince in pain. "You seem much worse off than I am. Fighting the both of them..." She exhaled deeply. "Thank you for that. How did you even come upon us?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 0:58:44 GMT -5
"Frances and I go...way back. I saw you two leave the tavern, but I didn't have my sword. I didn't think he'd move quite so fast." He shook his head and took a new rag to keep cleaning her face as gently as he could. "There, all ready to be Lady Hightower again. Hopefully Malryas's man comes back with some medicine for you." He looks around and notices little of interest save the large cot, a small writing desk, and the wardrobe Arania had gotten the clothes from. He sits on the cot and lays back. "This is going to hurt in the morning. That bastard got me good. The trueborn one, not Sand."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 18, 2012 2:03:06 GMT -5
Arania made a face. "I thought he wanted to hear me sing. He's very charming when he tries. I can't believe I could be so stupid." She looked around the tent for a mirror, half hoping she wouldn't spot one. She didn't. Her face would swell, for certain. It already felt a bit puffy. "Thank you again," she said, sitting awkwardly on the chair by the desk. She wondered how long it would be until someone came, with medicine or with news. Her eyes fell on Kal again, watching him. "Do you need a maester?" she asked quietly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 8:56:02 GMT -5
"I imagine you can't sing right now," he said with a crooked smile. "I'll be fine; I've had wounds that make these look positively heartwarming." He stands. "You should lay down; the pain is only going to get worse as the poison loses its effect."
A man appears with a basket full of food and a bottle of some liquid. "Poppy's milk," he explains, "and aloe leaf for your wounds."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 18, 2012 12:04:38 GMT -5
"Thank you," she said, nodding at the man. She didn't like being so dependent on others, but here she was.
She got up, as bidden, and made her way to the cot, lying down somewhat uncomfortably. The rag she had held to her face was warm now, and did nothing for it. The pain bloomed unmercifully. "You're right. Couldn't sing if my life depended on it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 12:16:29 GMT -5
He replaces the rag, then drops a few drips of the poppy milk into a glass and mixes it with weak wine. "Drink it; it'll ease the pain. Add another few drops if you want to sleep." He pulls a sleeve up, unwraps his rag, then rubs the aloe on it, wincing.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 18, 2012 12:24:23 GMT -5
She sat up to drink it down. "Do we have time to sleep? I don't want to be too drugged to move." She laid back again, watching him re bandage his arms as she waited for the drug to take effect.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 12:29:26 GMT -5
She can admit he's a good-looking man; his forearms like steel from wielding his giant Valyrian sword. "Well, I don't really want to let out guard down, but Malryas will have his men about us, and he'll alert my men to what's going on." Blood loss, the after-effects of the poison, and the replacement of adrenaline in her system means that as she lays back, she opens her eyes to see sunlight poking through the tent door. Kal Stark's sleeping body is sitting on the ground, his hands clasped around the hilt of Ice, his head touching her leg as it rests on the cot.
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