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Her head hurt as did the rest of her body, it felt sore and reluctant to move even as her eyes fluttered open and she forced herself to awaken fully. Oh god, her head, her head... had softened that blow against the wall. Reza paused, stirring a bit to press one hand against her face, everything was still in one piece, which was good. It was more

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Oh hell.

Kamil stirred and turned himself onto his back, wincing as he felt tiny bits of something under him. Some were sharp, too.

Oh, that was the cheap vase that had been smashed.

Thinking about it, he opened his eyes and let them scan the room a few times, assessing the damage. Damn, he'd need to clean this place up and then have it remodeled - he and his fellow Knight had trashed the place as if they were rowdy children.

Speaking of Reza, after a few minutes he winced and sat up slowly, looking over to where he remembered he had thrown Reza right as the chair in her hands knocked him out. And it explained why there was blood now going down the side of his face.

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On some days they were rowdy children, most of the time... at least on Reza's part she shook her head a little and folded one leg pushing herself away from the support of the wall. There was sound and she glanced at Kamil.

Oh... right that chair... Reza couldn't help but feel slightly satisfied about smacking him with said chair. Not because she liked to see him in pain but just because she had stood her ground. Something, or other. And he was still there and not off somewhere getting himself killed.

Or endangered.

"Kamil?"

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The General stretched out a bit, stopping as soon as he felt the burn of a cut on his arm retaliate against the stretching. The fight was coming back to him in little flashbacks, piecing themselves together to be in correct sequence.

A nice, long, cold shower was in order.

"Reza," he answered. "... Are you alright?"

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"Yes." She was hurting a lot but she was fine, the knight shifted, moving towards his side in a series of half-crawls, half-crouched movements. She wasn't sure she could stand up just yet, and she didn't want to crawl to him. So she could suffer the pain from this and make her way slowly to him.

"You?"

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He was hoping that he had not caused her to break any bones - he was already starting to hate himself for this whole situation in the first place. He shifted himself to be against the nearest wall to make her trip over shorter, and so he could get a closer look at her.

"Yes, I am." He looked around at the room now from where he was, before he winced and touched a spot on the side of his jaw. He could tell it was going to swell up soon, great...

"Right now, a glass of water, a shower, and a bed sound inviting..."

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Reza hadn't broken anything and had she broken something it wouldn't have been that big of a deal. Well, at least he wasn't talking about killing someone so that was an advantage. Reza shrugged, eying his jaw.

"I'll get you a glass of water." She stated, and pulled her legs beneath her, pushing herself up slowly but firmly up.

For a moment she felt like she was going to throw up. Okay, so maybe he had hit her a bit hard, but... she had too proud, even as she reached over to grab the wall to steady herself. "If there's any glasses left intact."

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Kamil reached up for her wrist, "No, sit." He cursed in Italian and then switched to English, closing his eyes for a few seconds. "Rest for a moment. That glass of water isn't as important as you are, Reza."

He couldn't help but laugh softly, but even that hurt. His chest didn't like it at all. "I'm sure there are glasses intact."

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There was a sort of surprised and embarrassed reaction at his words and Reza shifted a little, still standing but not moving. "Maybe, maybe not." she didn't want to sit down because the temptation to nap on the floor then and there with him was... high.

"You idiot," she finally decided to go down the route she knew best. "... Should get you to bed or something."

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"A bed is very tempting, but for the moment," he looked at her, "you come first. Now sit, please." He used his free hand to wipe the blood away from his eye.

"Idiot?" He managed a smile, "What happened to 'twat'?"

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She came first? "I heal faster." she replied but did as he asked anyway, sitting back down by his side and watching him wipe the blood from his eye. Oops. "You've moved up to idiot at the moment." Reza replied, shifting and settling by his side, pressed up close for no real reason other than the fact she felt like it.

"Are you ...alright?"