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He was a trembly thing as Malik hauled him upstairs, trying to imagine what in the world he did. Often when Malik came to get you that meant Piper was the one doing the true calling, and to face Piper was never fun. That poor healer looked at Malik like the elf had just told him to stick his hand in a bear trap...which was pretty close to exactly that anyway. No one touched Mistress Piper, it was something she absolutely forbid. But to examine an injury meant to touch. Another look to Malik before he gulped and looked to Piper...and cautiously approached, expecting horror of some sorts, his eyes every now and again looking to the leash on Piper's hand.

Yes she was glaring, and she would glare the whole time too. He knew she hated this, one old fear she really couldn't ever get over despite all her time with Malik. But she was comfortable with him, felt safe from his touching, just as she had been comfortable with Cymarron as well. Though she couldn't help the snicker that escaped her at the healer's behavior toward her. Oh yeah that was right, she was some psycho b***h or something here. She supposed her glare didn't help but she didn't give a damn right now, she just wanted this over with. "Well hurry up and get on with it..." her voice had a certain bite to it and it wasn't play acting for the sake of appearances either.

Another gulp for courage, she was pissed that was obvious enough and he'd be lucky to get out with his bones intact. Didn't help that Malik was nearby either. Sure, he was under Piper's rule as well but he was always treated better. Shaking hands reached out though to take hold of her turning her head enough to get a good view of the damage. She flinched and tensed, he flinched and tensed and they both stared at each other a moment before he dropped his eyes from seemingly deadly tricolored ones and found a happy place in his head and then went about his job trying to imagine someone else in Piper's place.

While he was busy looking her over she was busy studying behavior. Obviously just being near her was enough to reduce someone to a quivering puddle of fear, and as he turned her head this way and that looking her over it was almost as if he was trying not to touch her at all, despite that he had too. Half of her wanted to start at him just to see him scramble. But she behaved herself, giving an exasperated sigh when the healer pulled back and stood actually perfectly straight.

He was confused a moment, lost on who to address. Piper surely was the correct choice but it was Malik who had issued the command. And a blunder would put him in with the breakers. He settled for them both, rather staring at the floor than looking at them in a sort of acknowledgment. "Mistress Piper's jaw isn't broken, but it seems nearly so. Provided that there is no further trauma for a while's time, there is no risk of fracture and she should heal fine on her own."

"Out." And she watched him scramble so, out of the room, not giving them another look at all. Then her gaze settled on Malik again and she took to her ice pack once more, still glaring slightly. "Happy?"

Onyx was well on hsi way, having taken enough of the money to pay for his entry, and was now at present looking at the strange lizard things that they used as horses. He would have to learn to ride one, and quickly. Horses he knew how, but these things might not be like horses...until he saw a little girl petting one, and gave a small grin, walkign over and kneeling down.

"you wouldn't happen to know how to ride one of these, would you?"


Malik nodded lightly.

"Yes, I'm happy. as long as nothing like that happens or you don't do anything to get that further injured, you'll be fine and I feel better about it."

He hadn't paid any attention, pointedly so, the the healer. appearances had to be kept, and here he was in charge, though for them Piper was above him. Then he coudl almost feel that griffin watching.

"Ashlyn, woud you be so kind as to take the Deepwater our entry papers and coin? that damned little delivery bird has flown off and never came back. And of course, look for that child while your out there. kill two birds with one stone."

"Yes yes I now you hate to be messed with and so on and so forth and yes you should take care not to maim yourself. and there, I don't worry, and you won't worry about me worrying about you."

Then he sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her file her nails.

"You know you don't have to do that. I don't mind your nails and you know it."

A small chuckle.

"So you don't want to tear me up, but you don't mind that you occasionally sport some bruising from me."

True enough, he was a little rough sometimes. Then he stood up and went to one of the cabinets, he assumed was his..and opened it up, and chuckled lightly.

"You gotta see this."

This was Piper's and it looked like an armory. whips were on display, and quivers of arrows. lightweight daggers of various shapes..some looking rather nasty. and in teh center was a red chainmail vest, and a long white leather skirt with legplates in red.

"Looks like you liked your armor to match your hair."

"won't we be a striking couple. you in red and white and me in black and silver. and look at all these different kinds of arrows. lord you must have had an arrow for every task you could think of."

And a look at the whips.

"Those too. some are magically imbudes you can see the runework on the handles. and a few chain whips and a barbed one look like it's made out of a plant vine."

A chuckle at her.

"you were positivly wicked."

"I think I prefer a little mixture of both."

A grin, watching her play with her toys, and looking so beautifully deadly. like a swamp asp. gorgeous deep blueblack coloring..but if you get bit you might as well pick a spot to die in close by.

"So now that we have our outfits, and Ashlyn will deliver the entry...what woudl you like to do to pas some time?"

He watched her shoot, and nodded lightly, waling over to the arrow and with a bit of effort, jerked it out of the bedpost, looking at the arrow.

"Mithril arrowhead, steelshaft..this thing was made for real damamge. smooth as silk means it'll travel real far, real fast and hit hard. I doubt you made this though. you prefer wood, and this would take a damn good smith to make like this."

A smile at her though, handing back her arrow.

"I think a soak in the spas would do you and your jaw a world of good, Piper. do you need a change for that icepack as well?"

He lifted her hand when she tugged on it, and kissed it lightly.

"Of course. and wow, chainmail all day. must be getting heavy. lord knows how I'll stand all that platemail I'll be wearing."

A chuckle at that, he like to tease her about it. but once they were out of thie room, his demeanor changed. but not to the hardassed slave owner, but a more subservient favored pet type look. Someone that knew they were the favorite. Seems Malik knew how to play slave as well as master. and down to the hotsprings, where they were greeted and the scents put int eh water. lavender and tigerlily. wonder which one liked tigerlily here. but they got undressed, clothes taken to be pressed and handled and got into the heated water.

"That feels real nice after all the traveling we've done."