[He wants to wave off the apology, because it surely hadn't been intentional-- he'd had similar experiences with Noctis and the others, but the different then was that there had been more of them, people to intervene. Gladio had always been there with his shield, or Noctis would bodily pull the affected combatant away from the rest. This time, it had been just the two of them, and he'd only had himself to fall back on. Normally, that was the way he liked it-- not having to depend on anyone else, but he was grateful when she mentioned calling for her men, gritting his teeth to ground himself.]
I'll be fine, once we're back. -- thank you.
[Because he knows better than to argue that, knows better than to try and walk. Still, he calls his cane out of thin air, grabbing hold of it to support himself as best he can while still on the ground, exhaling slowly as he feels Aranea begin to tend to his wounds with makeshift bandages. She was quick and decisive, and that was good.]
Are you hurt?
[Because it's entirely possible that he's not the only one who was walking away from this fight with an injury. At least they were both walking away from it to begin with.]
Looks like you still have enough energy to be stupidly polite. [While his concerns could be commended, she finds it irritating her instead. He's the one with the grievous injuries, not her, and while unintentional, she was the one who inflicted them. His...manners frustrated her somehow.]
Aside from being sorely pissed at being used, no. I'm fine.
[Of course she doesn't sound happy about that, and she may have used a little more force than intended when tying the ends together on his thigh.]
[He grunts softly as she ties that bandage a little tighter than expected, but the pressure will only help to stem the flow of blood. At the very least, he's accepting the help, and that's more than he's allowed himself to do in the past.]
Good.
[Not that he blames her for being furious.]
Consider it a good sign that I'm able to talk at all. You're a formidable opponent.
Must have hit your head if you're trying flattery. [Sarcasm, of course, But it is true that it's a good sign he's talking.] But you should have figured that out the first time.
[She moves to his arm next, pulling back the ruined sleeve and even ripping it further. Huh, has she ever seen him without sleeves?]
[Trust him, he hadn't missed that the first time around. He grimaces again as his sleeve is pulled free. Some part of him is cringing at the thought of the jacket being ruined further, but he knows there's no saving it now-- some things are more important, after all.
The arm beneath it is nicely mangled, bent in the wrong direction, and only adrenaline is keeping it from being completely agonizing. The gash left by the tip of her spear runs deep, as well, almost down to his elbow.]
[There's a low, sharp hiss, her usual firm touch now light as it brushes against his skin. That alone should be a good enough hint.]
Good news, you'll have some cool new scars. [The bad news is left unsaid.] But it'll heal if treated right. I'll have medics on the ship, but you'll need more than that once we get back. Definitely not going out anytime soon.
Want me to snap your arm back in place? [Because she can if he can't wait for a professional.]
Gonna need more than just scars for that. [A light, wry smirk as she finishes wrapping his arm before looking at where his shoulder should be.]
But all right... This is gonna hurt.
[That is her only warning before he will feel a strong grip first on his upper arm and then on the back of his shoulder blade. Gritting her teeth, she forces the arm forward and up back into its socket.]
[Consider that as close to resignation he'll allow himself to come. The sound his shoulder makes as it's snapped back into place is jarring enough, but the pain is enough to make the darkness he lives in go momentarily white and full of stars. He bites back a sharp cry, stifling himself.]
By the Six. [But it needed to be done.] At least it was quick.
Really? You don't even swear? [Some light dry humor that could have gone dirtier, but she's focused on his injury. She lightly touches the area, feeling to make sure it really is set in there.
Nor has she forgotten about what we said earlier. Trusting her. Not that it's overly important and she more or less dismissed it, but the sentiment it invokes is what helps make her a little gentler than she might have been otherwise.]
But it should be set, so don't move it. I think I can make a sling...
[The skirt gives her a lot of material to work with at least.]
[He swore plenty when it was appropriate-- despite the fact that the point of swearing was to be decidedly inappropriate. He nods carefully, confirming as he remains very still, not wanting to jostle it.]
Appreciated. Once that's done, all we're missing is a bottle of brandy.
[And some real medical attention, but he would like to drink now, please.]
Don't worry, I got plenty. [There's a small pause as she glances up.] And right on time. Can you stand?
[As if on cue, the giant lights of the airship shine down upon them, the engines humming as it slowly descends. Already she can hear her men shouting orders and boots hitting the ground to provide whatever support they can. This may be the first hint for Ignis to realize she may not have told them that she was out here. Exactly.]
[Just a dismissive shake of her head as she stands and readies to help him try to hobble along.]
They knew I was out. [Just not what for exactly.] Now come on.
[If he can, she will help him to the airship. Otherwise a stretcher will be brought out to take him in. All the while ex-Imperial soldiers looked on with slight curiosity.]
[He gives a brief, derisive snort, though now is hardly the time for a lecture-- and he was hardly the person to give it, given he had also ventured out into the wilderness to hunt on his own.
He could almost feel the stares on them as he uses his cane to steady himself, allowing Aranea to assist him. A stretcher, it turned out, wouldn't be necessary, but he could feel his strength leaving him as the adrenaline began to wear off.]
You'll get no argument from me. The sooner we return, the better.
[He was certain he could get someone to make a house call, but all he wanted now was his bed and the contents of his liquor cabinet.]
[There's no real response from Aranea, but mostly because she's barking out orders and wondering why her medics aren't moving when there's clearly and injured man to be dealt with. There are questions posed at her, but she dismisses them.
Eventually they'll be at the medical ward where Ignis could be treated. At the very least he can be cleaned up, get x-rays, stitched, given a proper sling, and whatever else needs immediate attention. Depending on how deep the cuts or how bad the shoulder is, he may only need just a final examination from a doctor in Lestallum.
But she won't stick around for that. Instead—]
You can trust my men, so relax. I need to check in with the others, but they'll take you to a room later. You might remember it. [Whatever room Noctis used to nap in probably.] I'll come by there later.
[She's a bit of a mess after helping Ignis and she wouldn't mind a quick shower herself.]
[He offers her a wordless nod of thanks as she departs, finding himself weary and suddenly overwhelmed by the medics descending on him. He braces himself and lets them go about their work; they're expedient, at the very least, and within half an hour he's been cleaned up, stitched, bandaged and set mostly to rights.
Fifteen minutes later and he finds himself settled in the very room Aranea had mentioned. Her men had given him something for the pain, thankfully, and he sat propped up on the bed, a glass of water in one hand as he rested with his head against the wall behind him.
This wasn't at all how he had imagined his hunt concluding, but he could have been much worse off.]
[It takes her a little longer, but when she finally knocks on the door and enters, she's showered and changed. Not that it matters what her appearance is since Ignis can't see it, nor is it really that much different than what she usually wears.]
So, how are you holdin' up? [She shakes the bottle in her hand, the warm liquid swishing inside.] Brought a get well present.
[He doesn't need to see the bottle to know what it is, and he offers her an appreciative smile, genuine as it is weary.]
Well enough, all things considered. Your men do good work.
[He would heal, but the idea of resting for as long as it would take for him to do so was a bit daunting for someone who liked to stay as active as he did.]
[She'll even let him keep it—more out of knowledge that he'd probably like the entire thing on hand than actual generosity.
She walks over and without even a moment's hesitation sits down on the edge of the bed next to him. There she'll gently nudge the bottle against his good hand so he'll know it's there before she leans a little so that she can better see the job the medics did. Satisfied, she sits back, weight shifting away from him.]]
I heard that there isn't any nerve damage, so at least I didn't paralyze you even further. [A dry and somewhat...dark joke, all things considered, but hey. That's how she rolls. Being genuine and not sarcastic isn't her strong suit.] But this was my fault, so if there's anything, just say the world. Least I could do for letting it happen in the first place.
[While she does feel actual guilt for almost killing him, confused or not, it's also a bit of a sore point for her own pride that she lost her senses like that.]
[His fingers close easily around the neck of the bottle, steadying it. The joke itself does little to mask the sentiment behind the apology, and he grimaces in reply.]
It was hardly your fault. You were the instrument of my injury, but it wasn't your choice.
[And that, he feels, is the crux of the matter, why she had been so angry in the wake of the Mindflayer's defeat.]
Even you could do little to defend against that. You are no lesser for it. We both lived, and for that, I'm grateful.
[Outwardly, she maintains her cool composure. Inwardly, however, she can already feel that frustration bubbling. She had trained to deal with daemons, even before she joined the army. She may not have studied or researched them, but through combat she had known how they worked. That included the Mindflayer's specialty of dulling the senses and altering one's mind. It's really the source of their namesake. Usually she's prepared, even equipped to resist at times, yet she had still been caught off guard. Perhaps it was due to the fact that it was a daemon of higher caliber.
Fingers dig just slightly into the bedding before she closes her eyes and casts the thoughts away.]
So, you finally learned to fight, huh? Not too shabby back there. [Until, you know. She started attacking him.
Also, that is a very deliberate and noticeable change of topic.]
Hah, I can imagine that. But if they had the confidence in their skills, then it wouldn't be a problem. [Clearly she does since she had offered. Or maybe she wouldn't have felt that responsible if something did happen. ...Kind of a toss up.]
Could use a little improvement, but not too bad. I'm more surprised at how you were able to use magic that efficiently.
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I'll be fine, once we're back. -- thank you.
[Because he knows better than to argue that, knows better than to try and walk. Still, he calls his cane out of thin air, grabbing hold of it to support himself as best he can while still on the ground, exhaling slowly as he feels Aranea begin to tend to his wounds with makeshift bandages. She was quick and decisive, and that was good.]
Are you hurt?
[Because it's entirely possible that he's not the only one who was walking away from this fight with an injury. At least they were both walking away from it to begin with.]
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Aside from being sorely pissed at being used, no. I'm fine.
[Of course she doesn't sound happy about that, and she may have used a little more force than intended when tying the ends together on his thigh.]
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Good.
[Not that he blames her for being furious.]
Consider it a good sign that I'm able to talk at all. You're a formidable opponent.
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[She moves to his arm next, pulling back the ruined sleeve and even ripping it further. Huh, has she ever seen him without sleeves?]
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[Trust him, he hadn't missed that the first time around. He grimaces again as his sleeve is pulled free. Some part of him is cringing at the thought of the jacket being ruined further, but he knows there's no saving it now-- some things are more important, after all.
The arm beneath it is nicely mangled, bent in the wrong direction, and only adrenaline is keeping it from being completely agonizing. The gash left by the tip of her spear runs deep, as well, almost down to his elbow.]
How bad?
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Good news, you'll have some cool new scars. [The bad news is left unsaid.] But it'll heal if treated right. I'll have medics on the ship, but you'll need more than that once we get back. Definitely not going out anytime soon.
Want me to snap your arm back in place? [Because she can if he can't wait for a professional.]
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Perhaps I should be grateful that I've been told scars make me 'ruggedly handsome.'
[The way he says it makes it clear he's not entirely convinced-- nor does he put much stock in such remarks, but to despair is decidedly unlike him.
He exhales again, steeling himself.]
... yes, please. I trust you.
[More than he would trust some medic he'd never met.]
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But all right... This is gonna hurt.
[That is her only warning before he will feel a strong grip first on his upper arm and then on the back of his shoulder blade. Gritting her teeth, she forces the arm forward and up back into its socket.]
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[Consider that as close to resignation he'll allow himself to come. The sound his shoulder makes as it's snapped back into place is jarring enough, but the pain is enough to make the darkness he lives in go momentarily white and full of stars. He bites back a sharp cry, stifling himself.]
By the Six. [But it needed to be done.] At least it was quick.
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Nor has she forgotten about what we said earlier. Trusting her. Not that it's overly important and she more or less dismissed it, but the sentiment it invokes is what helps make her a little gentler than she might have been otherwise.]
But it should be set, so don't move it. I think I can make a sling...
[The skirt gives her a lot of material to work with at least.]
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[He swore plenty when it was appropriate-- despite the fact that the point of swearing was to be decidedly inappropriate. He nods carefully, confirming as he remains very still, not wanting to jostle it.]
Appreciated. Once that's done, all we're missing is a bottle of brandy.
[And some real medical attention, but he would like to drink now, please.]
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[As if on cue, the giant lights of the airship shine down upon them, the engines humming as it slowly descends. Already she can hear her men shouting orders and boots hitting the ground to provide whatever support they can. This may be the first hint for Ignis to realize she may not have told them that she was out here. Exactly.]
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I may need assistance.
[He starts to pull himself up regardless, listening to the shouts of her men as they close in-- the pieces beginning to fall into place.]
They didn't know you'd come?
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They knew I was out. [Just not what for exactly.] Now come on.
[If he can, she will help him to the airship. Otherwise a stretcher will be brought out to take him in. All the while ex-Imperial soldiers looked on with slight curiosity.]
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He could almost feel the stares on them as he uses his cane to steady himself, allowing Aranea to assist him. A stretcher, it turned out, wouldn't be necessary, but he could feel his strength leaving him as the adrenaline began to wear off.]
You'll get no argument from me. The sooner we return, the better.
[He was certain he could get someone to make a house call, but all he wanted now was his bed and the contents of his liquor cabinet.]
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Eventually they'll be at the medical ward where Ignis could be treated. At the very least he can be cleaned up, get x-rays, stitched, given a proper sling, and whatever else needs immediate attention. Depending on how deep the cuts or how bad the shoulder is, he may only need just a final examination from a doctor in Lestallum.
But she won't stick around for that. Instead—]
You can trust my men, so relax. I need to check in with the others, but they'll take you to a room later. You might remember it. [Whatever room Noctis used to nap in probably.] I'll come by there later.
[She's a bit of a mess after helping Ignis and she wouldn't mind a quick shower herself.]
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Fifteen minutes later and he finds himself settled in the very room Aranea had mentioned. Her men had given him something for the pain, thankfully, and he sat propped up on the bed, a glass of water in one hand as he rested with his head against the wall behind him.
This wasn't at all how he had imagined his hunt concluding, but he could have been much worse off.]
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So, how are you holdin' up? [She shakes the bottle in her hand, the warm liquid swishing inside.] Brought a get well present.
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Well enough, all things considered. Your men do good work.
[He would heal, but the idea of resting for as long as it would take for him to do so was a bit daunting for someone who liked to stay as active as he did.]
Everything should mend, given time.
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She walks over and without even a moment's hesitation sits down on the edge of the bed next to him. There she'll gently nudge the bottle against his good hand so he'll know it's there before she leans a little so that she can better see the job the medics did. Satisfied, she sits back, weight shifting away from him.]]
I heard that there isn't any nerve damage, so at least I didn't paralyze you even further. [A dry and somewhat...dark joke, all things considered, but hey. That's how she rolls. Being genuine and not sarcastic isn't her strong suit.] But this was my fault, so if there's anything, just say the world. Least I could do for letting it happen in the first place.
[While she does feel actual guilt for almost killing him, confused or not, it's also a bit of a sore point for her own pride that she lost her senses like that.]
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It was hardly your fault. You were the instrument of my injury, but it wasn't your choice.
[And that, he feels, is the crux of the matter, why she had been so angry in the wake of the Mindflayer's defeat.]
Even you could do little to defend against that. You are no lesser for it. We both lived, and for that, I'm grateful.
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Fingers dig just slightly into the bedding before she closes her eyes and casts the thoughts away.]
So, you finally learned to fight, huh? Not too shabby back there. [Until, you know. She started attacking him.
Also, that is a very deliberate and noticeable change of topic.]
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[The last time they'd met, Aranea had been the only one willing to risk it.]
Nobody wants to be responsible for facilitating a blind man getting himself killed.
[The change in topic does not go unnoticed, and he makes a mental note of the suspected trigger.]
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Could use a little improvement, but not too bad. I'm more surprised at how you were able to use magic that efficiently.
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[But he'd managed all the same, despite the lack of consistent support.]
I've had some practice in that area. I've had to rely on it more, with the loss of my sight.
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I SAW THAT
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