[It's a small inn near the edge of town, aka the place no one is particularly eager to stay. It's fine! All it means is that Felix has a small, clean-ish room to catch a few hours of sleep in during the day.]
When there's time.
[Aka he's definitely not resting as much as he should, but shh.]
Worry about yourself. [A beat, and then, as they continue making their way down this street:] You should be with the others.
[Dimitri, Ashe, Sylvain. She's not, like, defenseless—but she's also a healer, so where are those other fools, huh? Ponder that as Felix makes a beeline for one particular building, because holy shit, look at this RP magic... they're almost here...]
[He shoots her a Look when she mentions Marianne, because please, don't just assume that he likes members of his own faction. He doesn't have friends. He isn't relieved to hear that the others are apparently doing well. Exclude Felix from this narrative this instant!!!]
Hardly, [he snaps, pushing open the door to the tavern—and holding it open for her, but don't even MENTION it, girl.] You've seen the state of this town's defenses.
[Status: piss-fuckin'-poor, but that's why he's here? Why a good number of them are here, hence his quiet snort.]
This is an inconvenience.
[For the both of them, he means. It's keeping him from the front lines—and keeping Mercedes from the others, but rather than elaborate on that, he gestures for her to follow him up the stairs. His room is small and sparse and perfectly Felix, and he wastes no time dropping on the edge of his tiny bed.]
I wouldn't say that. It would be if you'd let it get any worse than it currently is, but that's why we're working together to handle it.
[ Mercedes remains standing, though she'll at least work to get those bandages loose from his arm so she can take a better look at his injury. Might as well do this as quickly as she can while he's feeling cooperative enough to hold doors open for her and sit quietly while griping. ]
Don't be ridiculous. It's a scratch—and it wasn't going to get any worse.
[He says, a touch petulantly as he thinks about his VERY WISE PLAN to go back to the Temple... tomorrow-ish... and let Marianne look at it. Who said anything about sitting quietly? Girl, please. At least he does hold his arm out to make things a tad easier for her, because look: as rude as he is, he isn't, like, completely unappreciative.
And yes, fine, he's also aware that this is a bit more than a scratch! It's a nasty, fairly deep cut, so admire that, Mercedes, as he glowers at the wall.]
Felix, while I agree that stopping the bleeding is important, any kind of sporadic or sharp movement could have reopened this. Not to mention the risk of infection or inflammation and it looks like it came dangerously close to your bone--
[ Mercedes is certainly fussing now, even as she slides one hand under his arm and places her other hand slightly over the cut. With a flex of her fingers, a soft, warm light begins to work on the torn flesh. Not as quickly as it'd usually go for her, but better than it had been upon her arrival. ]
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When there's time.
[Aka he's definitely not resting as much as he should, but shh.]
Worry about yourself. [A beat, and then, as they continue making their way down this street:] You should be with the others.
[Dimitri, Ashe, Sylvain. She's not, like, defenseless—but she's also a healer, so where are those other fools, huh? Ponder that as Felix makes a beeline for one particular building, because holy shit, look at this RP magic... they're almost here...]
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[ Who is a healer and therefore the ideal Felix Babysitter. ]
Though it seems to me you do have time to rest now, so how very convenient!
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Hardly, [he snaps, pushing open the door to the tavern—and holding it open for her, but don't even MENTION it, girl.] You've seen the state of this town's defenses.
[Status: piss-fuckin'-poor, but that's why he's here? Why a good number of them are here, hence his quiet snort.]
This is an inconvenience.
[For the both of them, he means. It's keeping him from the front lines—and keeping Mercedes from the others, but rather than elaborate on that, he gestures for her to follow him up the stairs. His room is small and sparse and perfectly Felix, and he wastes no time dropping on the edge of his tiny bed.]
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[ Mercedes remains standing, though she'll at least work to get those bandages loose from his arm so she can take a better look at his injury. Might as well do this as quickly as she can while he's feeling cooperative enough to hold doors open for her and sit quietly while griping. ]
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[He says, a touch petulantly as he thinks about his VERY WISE PLAN to go back to the Temple... tomorrow-ish... and let Marianne look at it. Who said anything about sitting quietly? Girl, please. At least he does hold his arm out to make things a tad easier for her, because look: as rude as he is, he isn't, like, completely unappreciative.
And yes, fine, he's also aware that this is a bit more than a scratch! It's a nasty, fairly deep cut, so admire that, Mercedes, as he glowers at the wall.]
The important thing was stopping the bleeding.
[Felix Fraldarius, M.D.]
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Felix, while I agree that stopping the bleeding is important, any kind of sporadic or sharp movement could have reopened this. Not to mention the risk of infection or inflammation and it looks like it came dangerously close to your bone--
[ Mercedes is certainly fussing now, even as she slides one hand under his arm and places her other hand slightly over the cut. With a flex of her fingers, a soft, warm light begins to work on the torn flesh. Not as quickly as it'd usually go for her, but better than it had been upon her arrival. ]