In all honesty, she hated arguing like this in front of him. At the threat, she'd not said anything. Best not to fan the flames. Better to let Ragnor ignore the upstart teen than get them in a fight. And he'd hurt the young hunter and she'd be forced to hurt him. All of them were too tired and worn from the rescue and they just needed to relax.
His gratitude brought her attention back to him however. Searching his face, she felt the breath leave her as she finally met his eyes. It all happened fast before. The demons and downworlders trying to take him down had taken precedence. Saving him became important and getting wounds treated paramount. He'd been out cold when they got him out of there...
"You're welcome." She barely got the words out as the mix of shock of his looks on top of being thanked by a Nephilim. Reaching out, she gently pushed his hair back and checked one of the bruises near his temple. "Do you need another one? It has to hurt... you regained consciousness far too soon for someone that was as beat down you were..." The sight of him terrified her. He'd been so bad off that had it only been her, he wouldn't have lived. Catarina and Ragnor had to contribute to solve the problems.
"Here... It will just help a little." Softly touching the bruise, blue light rippled from her fingertips. Letting her eyes close, she healed the immediate injury hoping to relieve some of the head pain with the help of the iratze. "You were nearly beat to death. I was scared we'd lose you..."
So carefully pushing her hands into his hair, she looked for pressure points to gently rub them. Opening her eyes, she gave him an apologetic smile. "I'd do more... but healing the poison drained me... and burning all those demons takes a lot of effort." The smile grew just a little as she worked down his neck so gently. Finally pulling away carefully, she stood up slowly. "I'll give an 'I owe you' for the morning."
Pushing up off the bed, she moved to a decanter and found a glass. Water. Keeping alcohol in her room was pointless. It took too much to get drunk. Pouring the glass, she moved back to the Nephilim and offered it to him. "I'll keep you safe, I promise. Getting through the argument with my executive officers will just take a while." Offering him the glass, she attempted an amused smile.
"So... do me a favor... if you kill me in my sleep, throw him overboard for me. I really don't want to hear his annoying 'I told you so'."
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Date: 2013-08-21 02:18 am (UTC)From:His gratitude brought her attention back to him however. Searching his face, she felt the breath leave her as she finally met his eyes. It all happened fast before. The demons and downworlders trying to take him down had taken precedence. Saving him became important and getting wounds treated paramount. He'd been out cold when they got him out of there...
"You're welcome." She barely got the words out as the mix of shock of his looks on top of being thanked by a Nephilim. Reaching out, she gently pushed his hair back and checked one of the bruises near his temple. "Do you need another one? It has to hurt... you regained consciousness far too soon for someone that was as beat down you were..." The sight of him terrified her. He'd been so bad off that had it only been her, he wouldn't have lived. Catarina and Ragnor had to contribute to solve the problems.
"Here... It will just help a little." Softly touching the bruise, blue light rippled from her fingertips. Letting her eyes close, she healed the immediate injury hoping to relieve some of the head pain with the help of the iratze. "You were nearly beat to death. I was scared we'd lose you..."
So carefully pushing her hands into his hair, she looked for pressure points to gently rub them. Opening her eyes, she gave him an apologetic smile. "I'd do more... but healing the poison drained me... and burning all those demons takes a lot of effort." The smile grew just a little as she worked down his neck so gently. Finally pulling away carefully, she stood up slowly. "I'll give an 'I owe you' for the morning."
Pushing up off the bed, she moved to a decanter and found a glass. Water. Keeping alcohol in her room was pointless. It took too much to get drunk. Pouring the glass, she moved back to the Nephilim and offered it to him. "I'll keep you safe, I promise. Getting through the argument with my executive officers will just take a while." Offering him the glass, she attempted an amused smile.
"So... do me a favor... if you kill me in my sleep, throw him overboard for me. I really don't want to hear his annoying 'I told you so'."