Magna never really felt so tangled up in feelings as she did now. Confusing and winding her up in knots inside, but the feeling felt warm and expecting. But what was she expecting? Holding his gaze a moment, she smiled as she idly pulled a pillow up into her arms and hugged it. The only word that came to mind when she looked him in the eye was 'beautiful'.
"I have a talent so to speak. I learn as much as I can whenever I can. The more useful you are, the less likely people would find you expendable so to speak. You kind of have to when you're as old as me." That and her 'blood' gave her a certain disposition to learn a lot of things. "I'm actually not talented at healing. I have tried... but for some reason... I can deal in demon poisons better than even the best healers." It was a lot more information than she gave most people, but Alec gave off this feeling like she could talk and he would listen without judging.
"I was tired. I lost consciousness at one point... Which is why they got the jump on me by storming in the room while you were sleeping and I nodded off. Ragnor has a subtle flair for the dramatic when he wants to throw a fit. Rare as those moments are. He did burn down an entire ship because he was angry at me once. He's gotten better though." Grinning at him, she knew that Ragnor would tone it down when he realized Alec wouldn't hurt them. He'd worry of course, but not over Alec's threat. She'd talk him down later.
But she suddenly tightened her hold on the pillow and her eyes saddened at the idea of him being alone when he woke up times before. Brow furrowing, she took a step closer before remembering herself and stopping. "I rarely left your side. I may be a stranger to you... but you needed someone there. I would not have left you." Nodding firmly, her nails dug into the pillow before she turned to drop it on the bed with the other dark blue silk covered pillows.
That strange pain in her chest at the thought didn't leave even as he took the glass from her. Pressing her forehead to the opposite side of the screen, she closed her eyes. Things like that weren't fair. It made her think of all the loneliness of her past and having to patch herself up when she got hurt. Ragnor and Catarina were the first to help her.
"I'm not sure... Catarina is the real healer. She'd have a better idea. But considering... considering your recovery I'd say no more than a week to be good as new." With drastic improvements in between. But she really didn't want to think about him up and leaving when he was better. Not really.
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Date: 2013-09-01 04:35 pm (UTC)From:"I have a talent so to speak. I learn as much as I can whenever I can. The more useful you are, the less likely people would find you expendable so to speak. You kind of have to when you're as old as me." That and her 'blood' gave her a certain disposition to learn a lot of things. "I'm actually not talented at healing. I have tried... but for some reason... I can deal in demon poisons better than even the best healers." It was a lot more information than she gave most people, but Alec gave off this feeling like she could talk and he would listen without judging.
"I was tired. I lost consciousness at one point... Which is why they got the jump on me by storming in the room while you were sleeping and I nodded off. Ragnor has a subtle flair for the dramatic when he wants to throw a fit. Rare as those moments are. He did burn down an entire ship because he was angry at me once. He's gotten better though." Grinning at him, she knew that Ragnor would tone it down when he realized Alec wouldn't hurt them. He'd worry of course, but not over Alec's threat. She'd talk him down later.
But she suddenly tightened her hold on the pillow and her eyes saddened at the idea of him being alone when he woke up times before. Brow furrowing, she took a step closer before remembering herself and stopping. "I rarely left your side. I may be a stranger to you... but you needed someone there. I would not have left you." Nodding firmly, her nails dug into the pillow before she turned to drop it on the bed with the other dark blue silk covered pillows.
That strange pain in her chest at the thought didn't leave even as he took the glass from her. Pressing her forehead to the opposite side of the screen, she closed her eyes. Things like that weren't fair. It made her think of all the loneliness of her past and having to patch herself up when she got hurt. Ragnor and Catarina were the first to help her.
"I'm not sure... Catarina is the real healer. She'd have a better idea. But considering... considering your recovery I'd say no more than a week to be good as new." With drastic improvements in between. But she really didn't want to think about him up and leaving when he was better. Not really.