~Ten~

[demented_mama]

[Action/Voice]

[It's earlier on in the day and the tease are out, fluttering their way through the village, wrecking havoc in their flesh-eating ways. There isn't much to hear from this recording Luceti, only quickened footsteps, the creaking slide of an apartment window being slammed shut and a huff.]

...oho, got it.

Last thing I need is death

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[ voice ]

[demented_mama]

[Rustle, rummage, nothing much has happened recently so she's up-to-date in her homemade stocks. She has an idea of what to get ready, obviously she'll have a more clear idea when he gets there.

...and here Sanae, have a departing word or two until she sees you again.]

Don't give me anymore work to do.

[He's a perceptive guy and given how much they've talked, he should be able to hear the underlying message of be careful in her voice. She doesn't know what exactly he's capable of and doesn't know what to expect.]

[ voice ]

[demented_mama]

[It's less than a minute after the knock on the door when Mama A opens it, sleeves rolled up and oh, he is a mess, isn't he? Thank goodness she thought to lay that extra sheet down.

Throwing a hand over her shoulder to gesture him in, she closes the door afterward, not before getting a good look at his wings.

...ow.

Not wasting time, she presses a light hand to the small of his back to guide him towards her bedroom.]

We're going to my room so we don't create an obstruction in the living room.

[ voice ]

[demented_mama]

[Her room is cluttered (it's all the books that don't fit into her bookcases asides from her other crap) but there's room enough for her to bring him in and get him to her bed. In a surprising show of gentleness she helps him down slowly, she can imagine how much blood he lost. She's dealt with Adell coming home beaten like hell enough times to know there's a time for firmness and gentleness.

There.

Gingerly, she's going to hold up his arms a few inches before taking another look at his wings. Having taken her mental notes, she eyes the largest cut on his upper arm, messy sleeve in the way. Fingers tugging at the material of his shirt,]

It'll be easier for me if you take this off.

[ action ]

[demented_mama]

[Setting his shirt aside, now her process can begin. Her desk a little ways from her bed holds her supplies, swabs, rags, warm water, disinfectant, bandages, and several jars with contents clearly marked by labels along their middle. Her hands are clean, she can't wear gloves when she does this but she always makes sure they're clean.

She'll do his arms, than his wings, clean up the little scratches and marks on his face last. She moves with a well practiced rhythm, only uttering] this'll burn [before she begins rubbing the disinfectant into his cuts. And she isn't kidding, it's her own mixture, what she's used for years and even Adell with his high pain threshold has remarked it burns like hell. Regardless if he reacts, she'll keep going until she's done, at her even pace with a focus in her eyes reserved for moments like these.

She's serious about what she prides herself in.]

[ action ]

[demented_mama]

[He startles her, enough that she instinctively steps away and raises an arm in front of her, something dark flickering in her eyes before she calms down. It's the demon in the back of her mind that hisses faintly whenever she feels threatened but as quickly as the feeling cropped up it's gone because she can plainly see she hurt him more than she thought and he's... upset. Is he upset? She tilts her head before speaking, crossing her arms loosely, posture relaxing.]

I know it hurts, I can't help that, but it's effective. This is always the hard part but it is necessary, we have to kill all ricks of infection, that way I can apply my salve afterwards.

The salve is cool and soothing and will make up for the shock your body is feeling now.

[She's speaking honestly and plainly, it's what she has to do, she can't help it. Maybe he's not used to this kind of hurt.]

You'll be all the better for it.

[ action ]

[demented_mama]

[It's not that she wants to hurt him. Unfortunately with these sorts of injuries there will be some pain. She knows and accepts this but the funny feeling lingering under her skin from his minor reaction is still with her, she isn't sure what it is, but she doesn't like it. Despite how faint it is, it's dreadful, something that's appeared during her aiding to Adell

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[demented_mama]

[The way he practically melts amuses her, she'd told him beforehand but apparently he needed to feel it and with the way his wings spread out a little more, he clearly can. Her own fingers feel a little tingly, concoction working it's way into her own skin but she pays it no mind, working from one wing to the next.

When she's done she turns him towards her again, this time working the salve into the cuts on his arm, fingers kneading and rubbing in firmly.

She can't help but sound pleasantly amused.]

Worth it?