knightofratatosk

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[His voice is tired and shaky, but with an obviously forced cheerfulness.]

I, um... i-if I did anything to hurt anyone during this experiment, I-I'm really sorry. Everyone else is okay, r-right? Some of the things people got turned into were pretty scary.. I'm g-glad this is all over with.

I-I hope we don't have another experiment like that any time soon. I think I liked the ones that didn't involve being changed into anything b-better.

[Filtered to Richter // 25% unhackable]

Would it, um... w-would it be okay if I came home now?

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[OOC: Yeah, the kid is stammering like crazy because he's sitting out in the snow without a coat. Ratatosk, you are a genius.]

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[Slow is more than all right with him given his injuries. The thought of his own bed is what is spurring him on right now-- that and a hot bath.]

[She'll hum a soft tune as they go instead of speaking the entire time; it's meant to be comforting.]

... I hope Richter isn't angry w-with me.

He isn't, dear. I believe he's simply worried.

I didn't hurt anyone... did I?

I haven't heard anything, dear... although I am concerned for your condition, mmm?

I-I'll be fine once I get some rest.

Among other things.

[Like a hot bath... he's still shivering despite the cloak.]

[A hot bath, eating delicious soup, tea, talking to friends...]

Do you need to rest?

[Cue a vigorous headshake.]

N-no, I'm all right.

[Glances around for a nearby tree, guiding him over] Hmm... this might do. Come, rest here, dear.

[Well, if she's insisting, he won't object. Just to be polite, of course.]

O-okay.

[Once they reach the tree, he leans against it for a moment before sinking down into a sitting position and leaning his head back against the bark.]

[She hovers near him, checking his wounds and giving some more healing.]

I have some snacks... would you like a bit of a muffin, dear?

[The mention of food serves to remind him of just how hungry he is... in fact, he can't even remember the last time he had anything to eat.]

Y-yes, please!

Haa, very well. One moment. [she opens that little basket after she finishes healing, and pulls out a muffin for him. And one for herself, since this is all quite a bit of work and she's starting to feel a bit weary herself.]

[That muffin is gone in a matter of seconds once it's in his hand-- looks like he really was starving. At least he's feeling well enough to eat now, which is a good sign.]

[Boys and their scarfing down of meals. She's still working through hers, though she glances at him] One more?

[... whoops, totally forgot his manners there.]

I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--

Oh, it's perfectly fine. You must be terribly famished, and it'll help you regain your strength.

Well, I am kind of hungry...

Here you go, Emil. [She hands him another.] I always believe in being prepared.

[He's got enough strength back to smile, at least.]

Thank you!

[Emil vs. the muffin, round two. Fight!]

[That's always a relief to see. She smiles, working on finishing her own. They really shouldn't be waiting for too long in the cold, after all.]

[Once he finishes the muffin he sits back and wraps the cloak more tightly around himself while he waits. Although he's trying to hide it, he's still shivering.]

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