Kyad I Lian on you? (PRP for Lian and Kyad Encantador)

[divena]

She leaned heavily on him, oddly taking strength from his support. She attributed the sensation to blood loss. The world tilted slightly and she stood still until it straightened again. "Just into the water... to let it wash the blood off," she murmured. Hopefully Willow would return soon with a healer of some kind. She really needed to learn more herb lore...  

[Bardess RP Mule]

He nodded softly and offered his support, taking care of her as carefully as he could. "Just a quick dip down," he said, "If you can sit on the stream bed for a half a minute, that should take care of it," he told her gently. "Just beware the current."  

[divena]

She nodded a bit. The cool water would help, also. She was sure. Taking a step caused pain to flare and she winced, casting around for something, anything, to distract her. Her attention landed on his curls. Again. "How do you do that?"  

[Bardess RP Mule]

He winced when she did, wishing he could take away all of her pain. "How do I do what?" he asked, concerned about her.  

[divena]

"Get your hair to curl like that," she said, focusing on the very sproingy curls. They were very pretty, and very thick. She half wondered if he had anything living in there. It would make a fine nest.... She really hoped it was the blood loss that was leading her down such a strange mental path.  

[Bardess RP Mule]

"My...hair? My lady, I assure you, it's nothing I specifically do. It just grows that way."

Nenmau he was not.

"Do you want me to help you wash up?" he asked, concerned.  

[divena]

"Wash up?" she repeated, confused. She blinked and looked down, only then realizing they had reached the water. "Ah... perhaps that would be a good idea..."  

[Bardess RP Mule]

He nodded. "Alright, if we enter the stream together, the way we are now, I'll be upriver, so I can block Mot of the current. Then if we carefully lower ourselves, together, you can lean on me for support. "That way you can get some water on the wound, lightly."  

[divena]

"Yes... that sounds good...." That was a well thought out plan. Even better, she didn't have to come up with it.  

[Bardess RP Mule]

"Lean on me, careful now," he said, leading her gently.  

[divena]

She leaned heavily on him, telling herself that she would be strong later. Once the pain dulled a bit.  

[Bardess RP Mule]

He led her into a slow decent, hooking his face carefully over her neck to give her additional support. "Easy," he said gently, his curls brushing her face.  

[divena]

She let him ease her down, blowing one of the curls out of her face and finding it oddly fascinating the way it bounced then slid right back into her eye. The irrational urge to giggle bubbled up and she tamped it down.  

[Bardess RP Mule]

"Sorry," he said softly, when she blew the curl away. He figured it was irritating her and was immediately and sincerely apologetic. As soon as they were down, he pulled his face away, so as not to irritate her any longer. The under side of his chin felt... oddly.... well... somehow both warm and cold at the same time....  

[divena]

She felt oddly disappointed when he pulled the curls away. "I didn't mind," she said, softly, but she didn't fight him on it. Maybe it was irritating him.