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[thecookery]

[She rolls her eyes.]

As long as your gut's still growling, who'd need to check up on you then? We'd all know you're fine.

[Well, while Ciri deals with her hair, Avery'll just have to go retrieve all that stuff then, won't she?]

And potatoes don't wrap themselves in an hundred and an half buckles, do they? [She points to the bed.] Now sit.

[ichaer]

Ouch. You go right for the heart, you know.

[ She chuckles, tiredly running fingers through her mess of gray-white hair and trying to free the tangles. ]

You've never seen potatoes from Antiva then. [ Does Antiva have potatoes? Who knows. ] Besides it comes with being a Grey Warden. You sense darkspawn and you come to love the buckle, all one hundred and eight of them, thank you.

[thecookery]

[Avery grumbles quietly and mostly ignores Ciri's rambling to focus on pouring some of the water and wetting the cloth.]

Clench your teeth if you're gonna.

[And that's all the warning she gets before Avery starts wiping at her face, with a gentleness most people would never believe from her in a million years. She starts at Ciri's forehead, but soon moves to her bruised cheek, wanting to get a better look at how bad it actually is.]

[ichaer]

Huh—

[ Is all Ciri manages before the cleaning begins and although she does not clench her teeth, she does knit her brows together. She even manages to remain still for the most part with her only movement coming whenever she draws too close to the prominent scar on her face. It honestly isn't great. She'd be better if she had stayed with the group but between the two of them, and Inessa's less than stellar Creation magic only managed to keep her from turning into a swollen mess.

For once, she's quiet too. Watching Avery as she works with careful hands. ]

[thecookery]

[The sound of water is the loudest thing in the room then, each time she pauses to dip the rag back in again, and at some point while she's been working, Avery seems to have idly drawn her lip between her teeth, her attention too focused on the task and the assessment to notice.

Eventually though she finishes, more or less, and nods, the cool rag now just lightly pressed to the line of Ciri's jaw.]

Feeling a little more human now?

[ichaer]

[ And Ciri is happy to remain silent, idly playing with light chain-mail that covers her wrist until Avery has finished. The cooled rag feels nice against her face after walking straight back to Kirkwall in the least comfortable armor possible.

With a thoughtful moment (a little too thoughtful for the usualy brash Ciri) she lifts herself up just enough to capture Avery's lips in a gentle kiss. She falls back not long after with a happy smile. ]

Much better, thank you.

[thecookery]

[Avery looks down, red-faced but also smiling.]

You... should probably get some rest, eh?

[ichaer]

[ Oh no, shit... she is cute. Ciri is almost thankful for the bruising now to find the different rush of blood to her cheeks. ]

Uh, yeah... probably. [ THIS IS SOMEONE HELPING PROTECT THE WORLD FROM ANOTHER BLIGHT. ] You can stay though, if you want or at least until I fall asleep?

[ Maker protect us all. ]

[thecookery]

[She nods after a moment.]

Suppose I could do that.