Word 3 :○: Fran :○: [In person]

[mist_intolerant]

[This week had proved to Fran that this Author girl could do pretty much what she wanted. Waking up with, not only black hair instead of white,  but also without her rabbit ears, the Viera had felt quite unsure of what to do with herself. What was the point of taking her ears away? What purpose could it possibly serve?

Either way, she dressed

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[punch_it_fran]

[Having been looking for the Viera he was confronted with a conundrum. He'd recognise that bow and armour anywhere. But.. the one wearing it didn't exactly resemble her. Approaching, he makes it obvious he's headed over. If he made her jump then he'd inevitably get a fist to the face.]

Fran?

[mist_intolerant]

[Lowering her bow, Fran looks over at him]

Yes?

[punch_it_fran]

[Blink. Wow. This was going to take some getting used to.]

The Author's done quite the number on you, hasn't she?-- You're not cold?

[Whilst Viera may have had a tolerance for most climates, humes didn't.]

[mist_intolerant]

[Glancing down at her clothing]

If I was, I wouldn't be outside.

You do not look any different.

[punch_it_fran]

[Balthier shakes his head and shrugs his jacket off, placing it over Fran's shoulders. Taking the time to also brush the back of his hand against her arm. It was frozen.]

Fran, dear, whilst Viera may be hardy creatures, humes sadly are not. You're going to catch the death of cold out here.

No, apparently not. Although all those that normally seem abnormal by hume terms all resemble humes. I can't perform any magicks though.

[mist_intolerant]

[Either she didn't notice the cold, or she was ignoring it for the sake of not seeming suddenly weaker than before]

It is fine, I'm fine, you needn't worry.

[As if on cue, she shivers involuntarily]

No magick..? You're sure?

[punch_it_fran]

[Letting a small mumble pass his lips he scoops the Viera up, knowing she wouldn't come by herself - stubborn woman she was. It was thankfully easier when she was in this form.]

I'm going to - and we don't know what we'll have thrown our way next week, if you became poorly it might cause problems.

Mm, nothing. It's as though I haven't the license for it.

[mist_intolerant]

[--!!!]

You do not need to carry me-!

And I will not get ill, I'll be fine and you are worrying needlessly

[The whole 'you're human now 8I' thing is evidently going to be harder for her to accept than first thought]

[punch_it_fran]

If I put you down, I can't guarantee you won't ignore my warnings.

Fran, you aren't a Viera anymore. Humes are much more delicate. We'll need to find you some more appropriate attire until this is over with.

[Balthier will be here to point her in the right direction, even if it becomes manhandle.]

[mist_intolerant]

[....appropriate..lolwut?..]

What is wrong with what I'm wearing? I don't have anything else.

You can put me down now. I'll go with you.

[She really isn't minding being carried, despite her protests. He was warm

[punch_it_fran]

[Oh Fran. You should learn from Balthier's large wardrobe.]

Then I suppose we shall have to appeal for something you could borrow. I'll loan you a shirt. I doubt I'd have anything else that'd fit for you.

[Balthier shakes his head and pulls her a little closer.]

When we're inside. You're absolutely frozen.

[mist_intolerant]

I doubt anyone else will have clothing that will fit me

[Instead of fighting more, she just sighs a little, wanting to lean on him but resisting the urge]

I cannot imagine being this vulnerable all the time..

[punch_it_fran]

[Balthier chuckles for a moment.]

You could always fashion a sari from my bath towel?

All the more reason for us to stick together then, isn't it?

Indoors nao kthnx~?

[mist_intolerant]

And what happens when you need to wash..? I d not know how comfortable you would be with me wandering around naked.

Yar~

[punch_it_fran]

[Balthier chuckles as he roughly boots the door to the Manor open.]

Mm, true, the distance to our room and the showers is quite the trek. Well, sadly it seems I shall have to remain modest so as to not scare the chocobos, as they say.

Unless whilst I'm showering you stay in our room?

[He cocks a sly brow at her. Yes. Yes that was a subtle dirty hint.]

[mist_intolerant]

[As soon as they're indoors, Fran tries to get free again]

We are out of the cold. I can walk now-

[Raising an eyebrow, she actually smiles a little]

If you insist.

[Balthier? You know she's going to actually do that now]