The Best-Laid Plans... [open to the household, and those few given leave to enter as they wish]

[vicioussweetie]

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[chill_whispers]

The first stirrings of a cool breeze across her book, tugging at the pages, were mistaken for the work of the air conditioning. The frigid blast that followed, spilling pages almost hard enough to slam the cover closed showed Sasha her error, and that something had gone gravely wrong. Up from her seat in the basement lounge she leaped, hurrying toward the hall. "Alison? Alison!"

[vicioussweetie]

She's quiet a moment, then forces herself to stand straight and tall to face her wife. "I'm here."

[chill_whispers]

Sasha takes Ali's state in at a glance, her hair and gown tossed in the wind. "Oh, love! Your hands--may I treat them?"

[vicioussweetie]

She nods, holding her hands out a little and gesturing with an arm. "The bathroom?"

[chill_whispers]

Sasha nods, taking up a position alongside Ali, where she can offer support if it's needed without being in her beloved's way.

[vicioussweetie]

She drapes an arm around Sasha's shoulders as they walk, putting on a brave smile. "And here we thought I'd outgrown the spontaneous combustion."

[chill_whispers]

"At least we know life still holds some few surprises for us. We may hope the rest are more pleasant." In the bathroom, the darker fae guides her lover to a seat, getting out gauze and materials to clean and disinfect the burns. "Do you need anything for the pain?"

[vicioussweetie]

She eyes the bandages, then nods. "Please. Why is it so cold?"

[chill_whispers]

"I believe that is the work of the wind," she replies, taking out a pill bottle and a paper cup, filling the latter with water and tipping a pill into the lid of the former. "Water first, or the pill?"

[vicioussweetie]

"Water first, I'm really thirsty." She reaches for it, then thinks better and leans forward.

[chill_whispers]

Sasha brings the cup carefully to Ali's lips, tipping it just a little and watching closely for the moment Ali has enough. She offers next the pill, followed by more water if Ali seems to want it.

[vicioussweetie]

And so Ali has the much-needed medicine before presenting her hands for care. "Thank you."

[chill_whispers]

"You are always welcome, my heart. I fear this will sting," she warns, before spritzing Ali's burned hands with an antiseptic. It isn't really something that can be done gently, much as they both might wish otherwise. She works carefully, but there is only so much modern medicine can do. "Darling? I will need to heal your hands, if you are willing. The damage is too much for bandages."

[vicioussweetie]

She bites her lip, looking down at her hands. She knows the burns are bad, but...

"What if that goes wrong too?"

[chill_whispers]

"The alternatives are the hospital, or the Nexus. Neither, I fear, would be prudent at present. I vow to be careful, and to permit no harm to befall you by my hand." Her voice is steady and calm, and her eyes seek Ali's; she won't force the spell on her wife unwilling, but she does hope to soothe the sidhe's fears enough to heal her.

[vicioussweetie]

She nods after another moment, a small detached part of her brain hoping that the shock holds out long enough for her to continue functioning. "Be swift then."