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The spinning means she has to hold on to his arms for a moment to regain her footing properly before she lets go.
"Whenever you wish," she says, "To-morrow, today. Now."
"Whenever you wish," she says, "To-morrow, today. Now."
"You shall find out, I suppose."
She takes it, not even mourning the unpoured drink. This time she will lead him, off to deliver what she'd found.
She takes it, not even mourning the unpoured drink. This time she will lead him, off to deliver what she'd found.
"Colin,"
comes the whine from the door, and Benedict shuffles in, holding all his limbs apart from his body, bruises beginning to form on the visible skin of his neck and face.
"I'm dying."
comes the whine from the door, and Benedict shuffles in, holding all his limbs apart from his body, bruises beginning to form on the visible skin of his neck and face.
"I'm dying."
Colin looks genuinely horrified for a split second, not because he thinks Benedict is actually dying, but because his brain goes Places when he sees things like this. He gestures Bene into the infirmary toward a cot he can sit down on.
"Tell me people didn't all actually attack out out of nowhere," he says with the sobering realization that that might have actually come of Jone's actions.
"Tell me people didn't all actually attack out out of nowhere," he says with the sobering realization that that might have actually come of Jone's actions.
"No," Bene mumbles, and rather than sit on the cot, he sort of curls sadly onto it like a beaten dog. He's had his throat slit, his gut stabbed, lived in a dungeon, been manhandled by Templars, but never once has Benedict worked out.
He'd take it all back, if he could.
"I went to training."
He'd take it all back, if he could.
"I went to training."
"Hand to hand."
He spreads out so he's lying face-down on the cot with his arms dangling over both sides and his feet hanging over the end of the cot.
"I don't think I'm cut out for it."
He spreads out so he's lying face-down on the cot with his arms dangling over both sides and his feet hanging over the end of the cot.
"I don't think I'm cut out for it."
"Everyone is cut out for it," Colin counters, choosing a tonic and coming back to him. "It's not like magic where each person can only get so powerful. Sit up and drink this."
It's not a healing potion, just something they give to dehydrated patients.
It's not a healing potion, just something they give to dehydrated patients.
"I'm not good at that either," Bene mopes, slowly and grudgingly straightening at least enough that he can drink.
He takes a sip, makes a face, and looks accusingly at Colin. "What is this?"
He takes a sip, makes a face, and looks accusingly at Colin. "What is this?"
"Ew," he sighs, but takes another gulp of it anyway, making another face. "Will it stop the pain?"
It tastes something like pickle juice.
"It should keep the worst of the soreness from setting in," Colin says. "Lots of fluids. Get a good rest tonight. What stops the pain is getting stronger, which your body won't know to do if I make everything feel all better."
"It should keep the worst of the soreness from setting in," Colin says. "Lots of fluids. Get a good rest tonight. What stops the pain is getting stronger, which your body won't know to do if I make everything feel all better."
That sounds like a lot of work and therefore terrible and Bene just gives another aggravated whine in between gulps of the concoction.
"This is awful." Someone's feeling positive.
"This is awful." Someone's feeling positive.
"Ow."
He whines again, but there's a bit of humor in it, because Colin is smiling, and it's hard not to mirror him in a good mood.
"Soon I'll be so handsome and masculine you won't even know what to do with me. Girls all over. They'll write songs about my abs."
He whines again, but there's a bit of humor in it, because Colin is smiling, and it's hard not to mirror him in a good mood.
"Soon I'll be so handsome and masculine you won't even know what to do with me. Girls all over. They'll write songs about my abs."
"Maybe I'll just make you talk to her, if you know so much."
"You don't make me do anything," Colin says with the same good nature, this time with a slight edge to it. The edge is gone when he speaks again.
"And this is a good opportunity for you to learn how to set your own boundaries. I couldn't do that for you even if you made me."
"And this is a good opportunity for you to learn how to set your own boundaries. I couldn't do that for you even if you made me."
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