Tomb Raiding, Spiders, and Spell Flingers

Perhaps because he had learned the hard way, mixing business and pleasure. He’d burned enough bridges in his time, made plenty of mistakes under the influence or not at all with his mouth and lack of impulse control. It was enough that he suffered for his own actions rather than bring anyone else into it permanently, lest they seek to change him or who he was. A bastard.

An eye peeked open as she patted him, closing it again with a nod as she made her moves to leave. See, and I didn’t even try to sneak a feel. So close, but no. Blind, he’d flash her a grin following it up with a wicked cackle that bubbled into nothing as he dipped fully under again. A final hum let out though, Goodnight, Dora, then a snicker, can’t wait to hear about your dreams in the morning.

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When it did come, he woke later than intended, a rare long round of sleep lulling into unconsciousness the moment his head hit the pillow. For a few bleary moments he was unsure where he was until the familiar noises of the tavern filtered through. His party wouldn’t have left yet, having been on the road a while they’d welcome a late departure, but what of little Dora? He’d have to round on his patient before she took off.

Dressing, Ruth then went about acquiring a mug of coffee before finding the dwarf outside. I hope you weren’t thinking of bolting off without a final check-up, Spiderbait? A smug, cheeky grin crawled smugly to one side, coffee cup used as a prop to point at her. He’d snatch her wrist before she could retort, a light sensory press of his magic telling him her wounds were continuing to heal nicely. Now, remember, healers orders. No swinging for a week. A brief pause before he released her and backed away, Unless it’s wee Mina of course, I know you’re more than taken care of in her hands.

Snickering, he’d dart back in, calling out a final farewell to her behind him.