Trust, but Verify

Lyric hadn't even been thinking about her attire, when Mal pointed it out, she went about twenty or so shades of red and pink and reached out to take the robe. It was probably faster than retreating back to the bedroom and getting her own. Though she didn’t imagine she was needed at the moment, she was also far too wired to go back to bed any time soon.

Thank you… She mumbled as she covered up, she let out a low chuckle at Mal’s comment about adding flying frying pans to the training manual. She still felt a bit foolish, there she was a mage and her first instinct had been to use a frying pan, but then she was also better at healing magic and nature magic, and with her accident proneness she wasn’t sure if casting a fire ball or bolt of electricity in such a small confined space would have been a good idea either.

Lyric breathed a sigh of relief when Tibs asked to help with his face, finally something she felt she could confidently do and not look a total fool. She nodded eagerly and drew closer, first looking it over, it was of course no where’s near as bad as the last injury she had healed on Tibs, this one wouldn’t take nearly as much mana and could probably be healed all the way, leaving minimal marking.

Oh, easy peasy. She set to work, it took mere moments and once she was satisfied with her work she stepped back and focused on his words he’d spoke moments before, about chocolate. Hot chocolate and tarts sounds amazing, I can get the milk from the ice box! An easy retrieval job, since her accident prone nature, she figured she’d do any of the tasks that didn’t involve actually tending to the stove or using a knife to cut the chocolate. If it were just Tibs she wouldn’t mind, but she didn’t want to look any sillier in front of Mal.

@Malachai Valentius
@Tiberius Umbra