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[wellsuited]

Who: Tseng (fingersloophole), Elena (wellsuited)
When: Backdated to the end of Tseng's recovery.
Where: Tseng's "hospital" room.
Format: Paragraph
What: Chicken soup for the Wutai soul.
Warnings: None come to mind.

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[fingersloophole]

Tseng had hated his recovery. Not because he wanted for anything during it, but because he hated being laid up.

The dreams had been worse. Years worth in what had to have been a few hours. Waking up to find he'd aged to go with it had been strange, but the last traces of wrongness were fading finally and he was settling into things. New age. New role. New memories.

Today he'd felt well enough to roam around the room and so he had, stretching out sore and stiff muscles. It felt like he'd been in combat rather than in bed. He paused at footsteps, reaching for his pistols before he heard Elena's voice.

He moved over to the door and opened it for her, nodding politely. He was at least glad he could walk without a limp. "Come in. You can put that..." He cleared off a small table for her.

[wellsuited]

Her smile faded a bit as she watched him. In her opinion, he should still be in bed. She'd keep the opinion to herself though, at least until he asked her for it. He was her boss, after all. Someone who'd earned her respect over the years...years that had suddenly been given back to him.

Elena blinked out of her thoughts, realizing that she'd lingered in the doorway. She hurried to place the bag down on the table, removing the contents one by one.

"How're you feeling? You look almost good as new." The smile returned to her lips, a touch sad in spite of herself. "Soon you won't need me at all."

[fingersloophole]

"I'm feeling better. My muscles are stiff but I'm functional." Because from what he remembered, he probably wouldn't have time to recover completely. In fact, that was probably why ribs were so easily broken this time; they'd never mended properly to begin with.

"I had a good nurse," He offered with a wry smile, wondering where Elena had learned her medical skills. Of course you picked things up here or there when you were frequently shot at, but nothing too detailed. "I'm sure she'll check up on me even when I'm healed."

He remained standing, not willing to sit until she was. This wasn't a Turk matter, after all; it was a social call. "How have you been? Has anything interesting gone on in the world?" He hesitated. "How is Reno?"

[wellsuited]

"If she's any good, she will." Elena smiled, playing along with the game. She had picked up bits and pieces of medical skills, even since arriving in Anatole. Learning the basics from Sakura, watching Malfatto as he worked...it all added up.

Elena waited for him to take a seat and only reluctantly sat down when she realized he was waiting for her. "I'm fine! Don't worry about me, Sir." She laughed sheepishly as she started preparing a bowl of the soup for him. "The Arena is almost functional again." Which she was thankful for, more than words could say.

"Reno is--" A pause. Elena blinked before her smile returned, a touch sheepish now. "Reno is Reno." She's sure Tseng understands that, probably better than she does.