18.Aug.23, 04:54 PM
"Being a goldrider doesn't mean you're made of glass and need me rushing to your side. Unless you're into playing the damsel in distress nowadays? Not that I'm kink-shaming you. Whatever gets you off, Lia." He sent Nonalia a wink, but Orgailian wasn't sure if she saw it as she focused on her pouting and collecting herself. At least, he assumed there was pouting attached to her words and the way she looked away so he couldn't see her face. That always gave her away and he smirked at how easily he got under her skin that day.
"More like, what am I still doing up. I haven't gone to bed yet," he replied when Nonalia tried to change the subject. He let her and he even got to his feet, taking his time to stretch before going over to her side. His mouth opened to share too much information about his night so he could make Nonalia blush on top of her pouting, but it instead turned to a soft curse under his breath as he saw how she stood.
"Damnit, Lia. You should have said something. You know an injury isn't something I'm going to mock," at least not since his own near-death experience. Sure, a couple of years ago he may have teased her for injuring herself by tripping over her own feet, but being wracked with pain and fear of what might come next had a way of curing that habit. It was also only in the last several months that every healer that looked in his direction stopped trying to shove food down his throat and admitted he was of a decent weight again. Orgailian didn't think he'd ever have back his full hearty appetite, but he was eating more in a day than he used to after the attack.
Orgailian switched his bag to the other side so he could comfortably step in close and put his arm around Nonalia's waist. "C'mon. Lean into me so I can give you that damsel fantasy while helping you to a healer." While he was serious about helping, he figured some light banter would help keep the goldrider focused on something other than any pain she was in.
"More like, what am I still doing up. I haven't gone to bed yet," he replied when Nonalia tried to change the subject. He let her and he even got to his feet, taking his time to stretch before going over to her side. His mouth opened to share too much information about his night so he could make Nonalia blush on top of her pouting, but it instead turned to a soft curse under his breath as he saw how she stood.
"Damnit, Lia. You should have said something. You know an injury isn't something I'm going to mock," at least not since his own near-death experience. Sure, a couple of years ago he may have teased her for injuring herself by tripping over her own feet, but being wracked with pain and fear of what might come next had a way of curing that habit. It was also only in the last several months that every healer that looked in his direction stopped trying to shove food down his throat and admitted he was of a decent weight again. Orgailian didn't think he'd ever have back his full hearty appetite, but he was eating more in a day than he used to after the attack.
Orgailian switched his bag to the other side so he could comfortably step in close and put his arm around Nonalia's waist. "C'mon. Lean into me so I can give you that damsel fantasy while helping you to a healer." While he was serious about helping, he figured some light banter would help keep the goldrider focused on something other than any pain she was in.