[ Siegfried is the prideful sort, but even he has to admit when something is beyond his body's capability to heal naturally. Even with Fafnir's blood coursing through him and allowing him to heal quickly, the axe that had inflicted the wound on his torso possessed some sort of magic. The type of magic that ensured its target wouldn't heal naturally.
So he's grateful that Aerith has taken him in; he's witnessed enough of her work before to know that he was in good, capable hands. And that she'd help him, or anyone who needed it.
Even if it does hurt his pride, a little. He gives her a small smile of gratitude. ]
Thank you again, Aerith. I hope I don't take up too much of your time or energy.
[ He shifts to try and remove the blood-stained linen shirt he's wearing. ]
Ah, how would this be easiest for you?
[ Should he sit? Lay down? Stay where he is? He's not used to letting others heal him. ]
[ After helping him into one of the empty bedrooms of her house, Aerith is quick to gather her supplies and get them arranged, shaking her head at him as he attempts politeness in the state he's in. ]
You have such good manners, even when you're bleeding.
[ Aerith turns her head to smile at him before her head tilts sideways considering the question. ]
Lay so that you're comfortable, and I can best see the damage? I'm going to try and clean it up a little, but don't worry, I'll have you on the mend soon!
[ Even with Siegfried hurt, Aerith manages to sound upbeat like there's no injury too grievous to handle. Heading over to where he is, she catches the hem of his shirt as he lifts it over his chest, helping him pull it off. ]
Don't strain yourself too hard on my behalf if it's nasty magic. Thankfully, I believe I was the only one of our forces struck with such an enchanted weapon.
[ But he knows Aerith is going to give it her all, even if it is. Siegfried has known her long enough to understand that they are similar in this way: stubbornly determined to help.
He's certainly grateful for the help in removing his shirt, because even if this isn't the worst injury he's sustained, it hurts to move that particular set of muscles. He sets it aside before following her instructions, slowly laying down on the bed.
Even now, he's ridden with guilt as he watches her move around and get settled. Had he interrupted other plans she'd had for the evening? It's possible she'd been expecting other company. He hopes not to be a burden on her for longer than necessary.
Even if a small part of him is oddly... happy for the excuse to be in her company tonight. ]
[ Wrinkling her nose at all these objections, Aerith turns back towards the bedside table, getting a damp cloth ready to clean up his injuries before she gets to the work of healing him. ]
Siegfried, stop being so silly.
[ Aerith sits down on the edge of the bed next to him, meeting his eye briefly before she shakes her head at him, amused by the seemingly bottomless well of propriety the man has. ]
I'm happy to help you. I'm glad you came here tonight.
[ Working while she speaks, she's careful as she dabs the cloth around the edges of his wounds, surveying the damage while she considers what she'll be able to do for him. ]
Well, maybe next time you drop by in the evening, I'd be happier if you weren't bleeding, but, still!
[ Aerith's eyes dart back to his face almost sheepishly when she catches herself just on the edge of saying too much. The man's laying here in pain, it's neither the time nor the place to suggest something like that. ]
It's not as bad as you think it is, but still, I might not be able to get everything in one night. If I can't I'll bandage it really well, and tomorrow after we've both slept I should be able to get the rest mended.
[ Her abilities are unique, but they have their limits. Still, she means what she says when she tells him she can help him, even if it means she'll have to rest up in between her attempts. ]
I promise you'll be safe and comfortable here, I'll protect you.
[ Comparitively speaking, the man is a giant, but it doesn't stop her from promising anyway, her head tilting playfully as she does. ]
[ He stays quiet as she works, trying his best to relax against the mattress and not flinch when she touches around the wound. Siegfried recognizes that he has a fairly high pain tolerance, but something about this particular magic, coupled with the need to show such vulnerability around her, leaves him especially antsy. ]
I promise. The next time I come here, I won't be bleeding and creating work for you. I'll drop by with baked goods, instead.
[ Siegfried gives her a small smile, thankful that she really doesn't seem to mind and may even enjoy his company. His smile widens at her offering to protect him. Although she doesn't seem the combative type, he's deciding the image of her chasing away or taking down an intruder is a nice mental image. ]
I'm confident that I am in the best hands I can be in.
[ He surveys her for a moment, hesitating before speaking again. ]
Baked goods too? If I'm honest, I would have been happy with just you.
[ The question pulls a more winsome smile from Aerith while she reaches for a few rolls of bandages after she's satisfied with what she's been able to do as far as cleaning him up goes. ]
It was what felt natural to me if that doesn't sound too strange.
[ Calling on the planet's energy is as much a part of her as her eye color or her sense of humor, but it's a strange thing to lay out for someone, especially when she finds herself enjoying Siegfried's company, and hesitant to risk losing that.
Aerith rests a light hand against his side while the other works to carefully wrap his middle securely, enough to apply gentle pressure and keep those wounds clean in case she can't close them completely on her first try. ]
Tell me if I'm making it too tight okay?
[ Her gaze flits to his face briefly, expression softening before she looks back to her work, securing the end of the bandage before that hand stills against his chest. ]
If you're comfortable, let's see how much I can heal.
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So he's grateful that Aerith has taken him in; he's witnessed enough of her work before to know that he was in good, capable hands. And that she'd help him, or anyone who needed it.
Even if it does hurt his pride, a little. He gives her a small smile of gratitude. ]
Thank you again, Aerith. I hope I don't take up too much of your time or energy.
[ He shifts to try and remove the blood-stained linen shirt he's wearing. ]
Ah, how would this be easiest for you?
[ Should he sit? Lay down? Stay where he is? He's not used to letting others heal him. ]
it's perfect!
You have such good manners, even when you're bleeding.
[ Aerith turns her head to smile at him before her head tilts sideways considering the question. ]
Lay so that you're comfortable, and I can best see the damage? I'm going to try and clean it up a little, but don't worry, I'll have you on the mend soon!
[ Even with Siegfried hurt, Aerith manages to sound upbeat like there's no injury too grievous to handle. Heading over to where he is, she catches the hem of his shirt as he lifts it over his chest, helping him pull it off. ]
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[ But he knows Aerith is going to give it her all, even if it is. Siegfried has known her long enough to understand that they are similar in this way: stubbornly determined to help.
He's certainly grateful for the help in removing his shirt, because even if this isn't the worst injury he's sustained, it hurts to move that particular set of muscles. He sets it aside before following her instructions, slowly laying down on the bed.
Even now, he's ridden with guilt as he watches her move around and get settled. Had he interrupted other plans she'd had for the evening? It's possible she'd been expecting other company. He hopes not to be a burden on her for longer than necessary.
Even if a small part of him is oddly... happy for the excuse to be in her company tonight. ]
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Siegfried, stop being so silly.
[ Aerith sits down on the edge of the bed next to him, meeting his eye briefly before she shakes her head at him, amused by the seemingly bottomless well of propriety the man has. ]
I'm happy to help you. I'm glad you came here tonight.
[ Working while she speaks, she's careful as she dabs the cloth around the edges of his wounds, surveying the damage while she considers what she'll be able to do for him. ]
Well, maybe next time you drop by in the evening, I'd be happier if you weren't bleeding, but, still!
[ Aerith's eyes dart back to his face almost sheepishly when she catches herself just on the edge of saying too much. The man's laying here in pain, it's neither the time nor the place to suggest something like that. ]
It's not as bad as you think it is, but still, I might not be able to get everything in one night. If I can't I'll bandage it really well, and tomorrow after we've both slept I should be able to get the rest mended.
[ Her abilities are unique, but they have their limits. Still, she means what she says when she tells him she can help him, even if it means she'll have to rest up in between her attempts. ]
I promise you'll be safe and comfortable here, I'll protect you.
[ Comparitively speaking, the man is a giant, but it doesn't stop her from promising anyway, her head tilting playfully as she does. ]
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I promise. The next time I come here, I won't be bleeding and creating work for you. I'll drop by with baked goods, instead.
[ Siegfried gives her a small smile, thankful that she really doesn't seem to mind and may even enjoy his company. His smile widens at her offering to protect him. Although she doesn't seem the combative type, he's deciding the image of her chasing away or taking down an intruder is a nice mental image. ]
I'm confident that I am in the best hands I can be in.
[ He surveys her for a moment, hesitating before speaking again. ]
Why did you get into the healing arts?
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[ The question pulls a more winsome smile from Aerith while she reaches for a few rolls of bandages after she's satisfied with what she's been able to do as far as cleaning him up goes. ]
It was what felt natural to me if that doesn't sound too strange.
[ Calling on the planet's energy is as much a part of her as her eye color or her sense of humor, but it's a strange thing to lay out for someone, especially when she finds herself enjoying Siegfried's company, and hesitant to risk losing that.
Aerith rests a light hand against his side while the other works to carefully wrap his middle securely, enough to apply gentle pressure and keep those wounds clean in case she can't close them completely on her first try. ]
Tell me if I'm making it too tight okay?
[ Her gaze flits to his face briefly, expression softening before she looks back to her work, securing the end of the bandage before that hand stills against his chest. ]
If you're comfortable, let's see how much I can heal.