“I prefer when you do it, it’s not because of bloodloss. I’d like to see them cheeks flushed red when it finally dawns on you.” Of course, it was the usual banter. Nothing serious or fully meant with anything other than to get a rise out of her. For good or ill it served to keep her mind off the pain to some extent and currently, the dirty talk was doing the trick, a tongue he was more than fluent in. How red could she go, he wondered.
“Lemons are fresh, though I suppose lavender is nice… so you like a slow fuck then, noted.” His smirk was smug, eyes remaining closed, somehow able to maintain the complex and detailed work of mending an organ amidst teasing her. It’s tone completely shifted when she nearly objected to his mere mention of after care. It wasn’t often he had someone question the medicine and healing magic. “You tore an artery, frankly… you’re lucky I’m around or you’d have been dead ten minutes ago. It’s not a small thing, the blade's edge shredded a fair chunk of it. So. For both our sakes, mine because I’d never hear the end of it; try not to move.”
At the mention of the creepy crawlies, the elf suddenly grinned. “Ah, so that explains your lose tongue. I’m going to need a sample of that.. For scientific research of course, it must be some kind of debilitating poison,” and before he could stop himself, “Personally I find my mouth is more than enough, poisons’ so boring.” And there it was, the realisation that she’d said all this to the worst possible person she knew. Thankfully, however, Ruth would use this newfound knowledge tactfully, the dwarf had an axe, a good swing and there’d be a swift decapitation in his immediate future. A whispered word here, an inferred reference there, the mere mention of ‘spider stew’ was sure to gain some curious gaze or two. No. He could do better.
“Yeaaah. Good luck with that, Spider Bait.”
“Lemons are fresh, though I suppose lavender is nice… so you like a slow fuck then, noted.” His smirk was smug, eyes remaining closed, somehow able to maintain the complex and detailed work of mending an organ amidst teasing her. It’s tone completely shifted when she nearly objected to his mere mention of after care. It wasn’t often he had someone question the medicine and healing magic. “You tore an artery, frankly… you’re lucky I’m around or you’d have been dead ten minutes ago. It’s not a small thing, the blade's edge shredded a fair chunk of it. So. For both our sakes, mine because I’d never hear the end of it; try not to move.”
At the mention of the creepy crawlies, the elf suddenly grinned. “Ah, so that explains your lose tongue. I’m going to need a sample of that.. For scientific research of course, it must be some kind of debilitating poison,” and before he could stop himself, “Personally I find my mouth is more than enough, poisons’ so boring.” And there it was, the realisation that she’d said all this to the worst possible person she knew. Thankfully, however, Ruth would use this newfound knowledge tactfully, the dwarf had an axe, a good swing and there’d be a swift decapitation in his immediate future. A whispered word here, an inferred reference there, the mere mention of ‘spider stew’ was sure to gain some curious gaze or two. No. He could do better.
“Yeaaah. Good luck with that, Spider Bait.”
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