No Good Deed...

[vicioussweetie]

Ow. What is wrong with people?! I was trying to be nice. At least I got to Jas without being too badly hurt. Seems he has a history with Cerves.

Katchoo's home. She gave me some very pretty presents.

A thought for today: being a genius has never made anyone smart.

Victor was playing switch-your-outfit with a friend of hers. She looked

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[chill_whispers]

"My poor darling. Would you like any aid in tending your hands, changing the bandages?"

[vicioussweetie]

"New bandages would be good." She holds her hands out for inspection.

Inspection that will find they're healing much more quickly than they should, and not by magic either.

[chill_whispers]

Sasha carefully removes the bandages, cleaning the burns and very carefully applying a soothing salve. "Your hands seem magnets of misfortune, this month. At least these burns are not nearly so severe."

[vicioussweetie]

"Ah, yes, this is a bad month for hands."

[chill_whispers]

"My poor love." Carefully, she redresses the burns, placing as little pressure on them as possible. "Is there anything else I may do, to help you feel better?"

[vicioussweetie]

She shakes her head a little. "I'll be fine."

[chill_whispers]

Sasha nods, accepting this, then opens her arms to draw Ali into a gentle embrace, doing what she can for her beloved wife's heart.

[vicioussweetie]

She leans against Sasha, hiding her face in her wife's dark hair. She may well be crying.

[chill_whispers]

Sasha holds her wife, rubbing Ali's back, crooning soft and wordless. She'll give the comfort of her shoulder for as long as it's needed.

[vicioussweetie]

She's quiet and still after a time, just clinging now.

[chill_whispers]

Sasha is there, solid and sure, an unwavering bastion to which Ali is welcome to cling.

[vicioussweetie]

"Thank you."

[chill_whispers]

"You are always welcome, love, always."