02-25-2018, 03:40 PM
A flicker of guilt passes across his mind as his attention is consumed by Amorette's presence. Vauguely he is aware, of the peacock plumed lady restoring herself in his pool. He smiles towards her as she cuts away, looking better than she had a few minutes ago. Baths were wonderful inventions. His mind was not distracted long, however, and returned gaze to the ebony woman before him. He half-grinned at the play of expressions that danced over her features, mirroring the emotions he'd gone through a bit earlier. Perhaps he should feel embarrassed that his reflexive words had persuaded the paler stranger to leave, but he couldn't quite bring himself to regret it. It meant that he could speak to Amorette without interruption. She was flustered, clearly. He stood quietly, letting her get her bearings back. When at last her stuttered questions came forth, his smile slipped a degree.
"I don't know. I woke up and could see. I didn't believe it, at first." He admitted, glancing at his damaged flank. That pain had certainly convinced him that he at least wasn't dreaming. He greets her as she offers her nose, brushing the pink skin of his nose ever so slightly against the inky darkness of hers. An electric jolt struck at his gut, the whole day becoming overwhelming and it had only just begun. Her practical nature shone through the confusion though, reminding him once more of the stinging punctures on his thigh.
His jaw tightened with sudden apprehension. While he could not deny the usefulness of her skills, fire was still a thing he did not like or trust. It was also the unfortunate vessel of her healing gift. Ears tipped just slightly back, he looked away. "Oh, probably... " He responded, sounding less than happy about it. With a sigh he turned back to her, gaze uncertain but determined. "Yes, alright then. Do what you must." He requested, being sure to shut his eyes before anything else happened. Better this than to contact some rotting sickness, but he still had to school his heartrate into something less resembling a gallop.
@[Amorette]
"I don't know. I woke up and could see. I didn't believe it, at first." He admitted, glancing at his damaged flank. That pain had certainly convinced him that he at least wasn't dreaming. He greets her as she offers her nose, brushing the pink skin of his nose ever so slightly against the inky darkness of hers. An electric jolt struck at his gut, the whole day becoming overwhelming and it had only just begun. Her practical nature shone through the confusion though, reminding him once more of the stinging punctures on his thigh.
His jaw tightened with sudden apprehension. While he could not deny the usefulness of her skills, fire was still a thing he did not like or trust. It was also the unfortunate vessel of her healing gift. Ears tipped just slightly back, he looked away. "Oh, probably... " He responded, sounding less than happy about it. With a sigh he turned back to her, gaze uncertain but determined. "Yes, alright then. Do what you must." He requested, being sure to shut his eyes before anything else happened. Better this than to contact some rotting sickness, but he still had to school his heartrate into something less resembling a gallop.
@[Amorette]