Kalush has been up for a while, hands curled around a cup of tea and frowning at her daughter, sitting across the table and refusing adamantly to sleep
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He does, after he's seen Jaenelle home, and finds the door open. A little sigh - at least, his new family members have the ability to conceal the worst. He would hate to see the most adorable little girl in the world cry because of a grotesque like him.
His mood is much more sober - and so he only peeks a little, wondering why the door be open so late.
"Oh my little flower," he sighs it, but there's visible emotion in his voice. He bends, picks her up. "Yes, I'm very safe. I keep my promises, to pretty ladies, always."
Arianna squirms to a more comfortable position and hugs him fiercely. "I was worried. You might get hurt."
Kalush, however, has noticed something. She frowns. "You are hurt! Oh, damn. Jaenelle..." She sighs, looking a mixture of annoyed and concerned. "Come sit down. I can do something, at least."
He winces - but only very slightly, not to worry the girl. "It's nothing I've not withstood before," he tells Kalush, with a lot of misplaced pride. But he does come in. "Will we not wake your husband?" He asks quietly.
Kalush glances toward the door. "He's out for the night. Sleeps like a log, silly thing." She laughs, though quietly. "And has to, with this one about." A smile for Arianna. "Please, sit down and at least let me look at them. I don't have much Healing Craft but I at least have enough to help."
Arianna laughs and beams. "Auntie Jaenelle is good," Firmly. Because she is.
Kalush shakes her head. "It's nothing, really." And her Craft isn't nearly as complex as Jaenelle's. Calling in her Jewels, she just plays a fairly simple spell over Cyrano, soothing the pain from his wounds to begin with and then speeding the healing process.
"It's much," he tells Kalush with an meaningful look before he turns his attention to Ariana.
"Plenty stories, my love. Shall I tell you one, then? Stories of moons and stars, or perhaps of love and treason? Or again, of the defense of Carcassonne?"
He chuckles. He tells a fairly good story about the moon, actually. "Do you promise me to do as your mother says after the story?" A little mischievous smile, teasing, very warm.
He smiles, winks at Kalush over Ariana's head. "Very well. Then I suppose I should tell the story. Perhaps you would like to sit," he adds, to Kalush's attention, "it probably will please you as well."
His mood is much more sober - and so he only peeks a little, wondering why the door be open so late.
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He smiles at Kalush, as he can, reassuringly.
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Kalush, however, has noticed something. She frowns. "You are hurt! Oh, damn. Jaenelle..." She sighs, looking a mixture of annoyed and concerned. "Come sit down. I can do something, at least."
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He smiles at Arianna too, pats her back. "Your auntie Jaenelle is a wonderful, generous angel."
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Kalush shakes her head. "It's nothing, really." And her Craft isn't nearly as complex as Jaenelle's. Calling in her Jewels, she just plays a fairly simple spell over Cyrano, soothing the pain from his wounds to begin with and then speeding the healing process.
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He accepts the healing since he apparently has little choice. "Thank you, my sweet sister. Thank you much."
He's also mostly thanking her for allowing him in - and Ariana. He's not had much of a family, save for Roxanne.
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Arianna leans back against him. "But you're okay. That's what's important." A pause. "Do you know stories?"
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"Plenty stories, my love. Shall I tell you one, then? Stories of moons and stars, or perhaps of love and treason? Or again, of the defense of Carcassonne?"
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Arianna considers, then nods. Enthusiastically. "Yess. I promise."
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