she does what he says obediently, holding the cloth there. she winces, but doesn't make a sound. she has, theoretically, died before? dungeons and dragons is so fucking stupid. anyway. she's very still, but when he starts working, that's about the point where it hits her what happened. shaking, karlach opens her mouth - and then closes it.
it's not the worst thing that's ever happened to her. but. it is maybe a little traumatizing to run a chainsaw through a dude you maybe had a thing for.]
The... [she starts, inanely.] The last thing I almost said to him was about the stupid smut rag he was carrying around with him.
BUT ALSO NOOOO MY BOOTLACH... KARHILL??? BOOTKAR (BOOTCAR)
Also the fucking what. But you know what, he's dealt with delirious soldiers before so this probably isn't that weird or bad. ]
...Sometimes, it's the little things they had. He was there, in the end.
[ Sorry, he's distinctly lacking in anesthetics here, so she's just going to have to suffer more hit points as he produces a spool of thread and some needles from the kit and starts carefully trying to see what he can stitch together proper. At least Karlach is bigger... more real estate. ]
it's fine, though, she absolutely has had worse pain than this so it doesn't really bother her. she actually just watches him do this with a half blank expression. until daan says he was there in the end, and then she just starts crying. i'm so sorry this is a mess.
it's not like, huge heaving sobs or anything, she just hiccups and does it quietly. it's kind of lame.]
He was there. [she repeats, voice thick.] He stopped himself.
[ That's fine. She can cry here. She should get to. ]
I know.
[ His own voice is blank, in a hollow way. He works swiftly and deftly, his grasp maybe a tad strong -- either for himself, or to keep her hand steady. ]
[he can probably see all the little tattoo words that wander around on her arms as he works. the most prominent one is life is short, but there's a few zariels and a can't protect them in there too.]
[ His voice is steady and calm. It's easier when he's working, he's heard it enough times before. ]
Help me out, hold here while I work on the second. Looks like this might work out after all.
[ Sorry to make you hold your own semi-attached finger in place while he stitches, but this first and then bandage because he wants to do it before she loses out on too much blood or this becomes non-viable. ]
[this gives her something to do, which she appreciates. she sniffs, and then does as he asks. she has about just enough cognitive function to hold, even if her hand shakes a little.
there's something mesmerizing about your own finger just not being there. she is kind of dizzy.]
[ Even a nod, even a little 'mm' would be fine. The important thing is to just make sure she's cognisant and not going into shock. ]
Almost done. Gonna wrap up -- I'm going to need you to not move it at all until it can at least sort of heal, alright? And keep it above heart level where you can, especially when you lie down.
[ Definitely using a good amount of padding to basically mitten her fingers together so they can't move easily, and then some extra to essentially kind of sling it on her so it's easier to keep it in an elevated position. ]
[she is not going into shock, just disassociating a little bit. it has been... a long time? a long time since someone has actually fixed her up like this. it's usually healing magic, for her, so this is an experience that is getting to her.
but she'll give him a little mmm when he asks. distant, but here.]
I'll try.
[is what she manages eventually. this is important, so she'll do her best.]
... I could. I could probably use one. All wrung out. [she has been crying on and off since last night so it's probably a good idea. she brings her not-fucked hand to wipe at her face.]
[well, she feels okay enough to curse so that's great. she allows him to help her up - leans on him a bit because she's unsteady, but not too much. she is large and does not want to squish. and then she mumbles, stupidly:]
[ Really important to say that because of my hc it means that this is also said with a northern mixed European accent. It's okay, Daan holds his own and doesn't just fall right over when she leans on him at least. They can head towards the refectory... it's closer, and while the cabin is nice, they were already stuck there once. ]
[okay, but - it makes her laugh? it's lame and sad but she laughs, so maybe that is a win. it's really funny when it comes from a yeehaw but she thinks it's even funnier when it's this accent and daan's typical just like, monotone type delivery.
her tail just drags on the ground behind them though. too tired to hold it up.]
... Wish Caelus hadn't eaten the smut paper. It was kind of good, really. [karlach please]
[to be fair boothill tried to eat it to hide the evidence first but he doesn't like. have saliva. or the ability to eat, i think. so it kind of just fell out.]
Girl's got to keep herself entertained in hell somehow. [flops down at the table. she probably should eat but she kind of just stares at it.]
[she is slowly regaining signs of life, which is nice.]
Oh, fucking horrible. [takes a drink.] I was on the frontlines most times. The worst sort of camps you can imagine, with devils on one side and demons on the other. Not a single friendly face. Plenty of dicks who liked to gamble, though.
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she does what he says obediently, holding the cloth there. she winces, but doesn't make a sound. she has, theoretically, died before? dungeons and dragons is so fucking stupid. anyway. she's very still, but when he starts working, that's about the point where it hits her what happened. shaking, karlach opens her mouth - and then closes it.
it's not the worst thing that's ever happened to her. but. it is maybe a little traumatizing to run a chainsaw through a dude you maybe had a thing for.]
The... [she starts, inanely.] The last thing I almost said to him was about the stupid smut rag he was carrying around with him.
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BUT ALSO NOOOO MY BOOTLACH... KARHILL??? BOOTKAR (BOOTCAR)
Also the fucking what. But you know what, he's dealt with delirious soldiers before so this probably isn't that weird or bad. ]
...Sometimes, it's the little things they had. He was there, in the end.
[ Sorry, he's distinctly lacking in anesthetics here, so she's just going to have to suffer more hit points as he produces a spool of thread and some needles from the kit and starts carefully trying to see what he can stitch together proper. At least Karlach is bigger... more real estate. ]
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also boot on the kar was my favorite chat comment
it's fine, though, she absolutely has had worse pain than this so it doesn't really bother her. she actually just watches him do this with a half blank expression. until daan says he was there in the end, and then she just starts crying. i'm so sorry this is a mess.
it's not like, huge heaving sobs or anything, she just hiccups and does it quietly. it's kind of lame.]
He was there. [she repeats, voice thick.] He stopped himself.
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I know.
[ His own voice is blank, in a hollow way. He works swiftly and deftly, his grasp maybe a tad strong -- either for himself, or to keep her hand steady. ]
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... Thank you. [she whispers it.]
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Don't sweat it.
[ His voice is steady and calm. It's easier when he's working, he's heard it enough times before. ]
Help me out, hold here while I work on the second. Looks like this might work out after all.
[ Sorry to make you hold your own semi-attached finger in place while he stitches, but this first and then bandage because he wants to do it before she loses out on too much blood or this becomes non-viable. ]
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there's something mesmerizing about your own finger just not being there. she is kind of dizzy.]
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Still with me?
[ Even a nod, even a little 'mm' would be fine. The important thing is to just make sure she's cognisant and not going into shock. ]
Almost done. Gonna wrap up -- I'm going to need you to not move it at all until it can at least sort of heal, alright? And keep it above heart level where you can, especially when you lie down.
[ Definitely using a good amount of padding to basically mitten her fingers together so they can't move easily, and then some extra to essentially kind of sling it on her so it's easier to keep it in an elevated position. ]
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but she'll give him a little mmm when he asks. distant, but here.]
I'll try.
[is what she manages eventually. this is important, so she'll do her best.]
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[ It's lighthearted, how he says it. Soft roundness to his tone, purposeful. He checks over the sling situation and makes sure the bandage is firm. ]
I'll check on it again later, alright? Keep it out of water too.
Speaking of water, need a drink?
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I do like having fingers. [ok, stupid]
... I could. I could probably use one. All wrung out. [she has been crying on and off since last night so it's probably a good idea. she brings her not-fucked hand to wipe at her face.]
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He gives her a pat on the shoulder. ]
Alright. You feel like moving? I think you could benefit from coming back inside. Or I can come back to you.
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No. [she grumbles a little. but.] I can get up. I should move.
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Feels like shit now, but might feel a little less like it if we get out of this... atmosphere.
[ He still hates how it looks outside, thanks. He'll stand on her better side, ready to help her up. ]
Come on. Give me your arm.
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Fucking fog.
[well, she feels okay enough to curse so that's great. she allows him to help her up - leans on him a bit because she's unsteady, but not too much. she is large and does not want to squish. and then she mumbles, stupidly:]
Forking fog.
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[ Really important to say that because of my hc it means that this is also said with a northern mixed European accent. It's okay, Daan holds his own and doesn't just fall right over when she leans on him at least. They can head towards the refectory... it's closer, and while the cabin is nice, they were already stuck there once. ]
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her tail just drags on the ground behind them though. too tired to hold it up.]
... Wish Caelus hadn't eaten the smut paper. It was kind of good, really. [karlach please]
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I'm not surprised you like reading that, actually...
[ OKAY. Here, sit down at a table. He'll get them water and a bland-ass bread she can choose to eat or not. ]
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Girl's got to keep herself entertained in hell somehow. [flops down at the table. she probably should eat but she kind of just stares at it.]
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[ What IS hell like. This is fine also, he won't force her to eat if it doesn't stay down but he does nudge the water a bit closer. ]
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Yeah. I mean, it's not easy. You've got do a load of trading for it. Half the time the trade isn't worth it, because devils suck the biggest of asses.
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[ Imagine devils are actually very friendly. ]
What was life like there? If you don't mind. I mean more the mundane aspects...
[ Since he definitely isn't asking her to expound on her trauma and bad times on this unholy Sunday. ]
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Oh, fucking horrible. [takes a drink.] I was on the frontlines most times. The worst sort of camps you can imagine, with devils on one side and demons on the other. Not a single friendly face. Plenty of dicks who liked to gamble, though.
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They're warring down there?
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