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“…Ah…he is a good opponent.” Hel approved. So he got a scar from one of those daggers, huh?

As she applied aloe to the front, the ghoul glanced up at Mot, noting that he seemed to be…looking everywhere but her. Such a bipolar and snippy thing that was Hel Brynhildr, for she took it the wrong way, and her frown deepened, and she let out a bit of an exasperated sigh. “I’ll be done soon.” She muttered, since obviously Mot couldn’t stand her being right in front of him doing this. As he talked about Roch though, her expression lightened a tad.

“…Ah, yes…he told me about your battle as well.” Her lips quirked a bit. “…I will say this, Mot, you can shoot my knees all you like, but that won’t hinder me.” The ghoul teased him lightly. He should know what he should shoot. But the question was, would he?

Hel scowled loudly, finishing up his torso as her hands then shot up to cup his face. Upset she was, again! “You’re not a bother!” She firmly informed, glaring at him. “But you obviously do not like me sitting right here doing this, for you looked everywhere else, but no worries, it is done now!” She released his face, screwed the cap on the aloe, and then flopped back on her bed, folding her hands behind her head.

“If you know what is good for you, then yes.” The reaper replied, her lips pulling up into a bit of a smirk. “…What good is shooting a winged opponent’s legs if they can fly?”

Hel choked, whether it was at the surprise of his words or laughter was up to debate. “Embarrassing? Rub you down? Now that, Mot, sounds rather scandalous.” Hel tsked. “I wasn’t rubbing you down, I was tending to your wounds! There’s nothing embarrassing about that!” Or so the valkyrie thought. “Would you do the same for me?” She suddenly asked, and then sprung off the bed and flitted off to the bathroom. She then returned with her brush, and was running it through her hair. She flopped back down on the bed next to the grim reaper.

“This is true. Hopefully when they land it won’t be after they defeat you.” The reaper countered.

While brushing out her mess of hair, the reaper lightly nudged Mot with an elbow. “I was just joking, Mot. No need to look so ashamed. Now put your clothes back on, unless you like showing me your chest. Exhibitionist.” She tilted her head at him. “If I needed you too, huh? Well, you’d have to be certain, because maybe I wouldn’t tell you~”

The ghoul grinned then, victorious when Mot couldn’t counter her point. She brushed out her hair some more, getting it back to its regular smoothness instead of a mess. “Just keep it in mind, alright? It’s a very important point.”

Hel immediately dropped her brush as soon as she saw Mot move to grab his shirt. “Ah! No wait!” She cried, grabbing onto the material to stop the boil from slipping it on. “I was just joking again! You can not put it on yet! I’m going to wrap up the severe burns after the aloe soaks in a bit more!”

As she held onto the shirt, the ghoul gave Mot a funny look at his retort to her. “…Pardon me, Mot?” She asked, her tone rising as well as a brow. “Do I now?” She echoed, as she narrowed her eyes at him. “You notice? Please, do enlighten me. I would so very much like to hear this.” Everyone else knows how I feel but you…

The ghoul let go of the shirt after Mot let it drop, and then reached out for one of the rolls of gauze she brought out. Looks like someone was getting mummied again! Hel started to unravel it, and then hovered over near Mot again, starting to wrap up the areas that were worse off than the others. When the reaper confessed that he could know when she was upset, but not what, Hel seemed less on edge. Her expression was thoughtful though, her brows a bit furrowed.

“Ah…” She uttered after a moment. “Alright then.” Hel worked on wrapping up more of the tender flesh as her brows furrowed more. “…If by some…fluke you happen to…win…” The reaper started, not meaning to put the cowboil down, but he was going to be her opponent, trash talking was part of the battle, “…You’re going to be kicking yourself.”

As Hel worked, the boil was starting to resemble his mummy state from the field trip. She’d occasionally glance up at him as well, and was actually pleased to see he wasn’t looking wildly about her room. After a bit she was finished, and it was at that time that Mot asked his question. The ghoul leaned back, and stared at him for a long moment. She blinked, and then blinked again. Her shoulders started to shake, and after another moment, she just started to laugh. Someone he didn’t like? Considering whom it was, she found this statement to be rather hilarious.

The reaper shook her head, her laughter dying down as she picked her brush back up and resumed smoothing out her hair. “…No. You don’t get it at all.” A small smile was on her lips now as she brushed her hair. “But maybe you will. Only if you defeat me. You can put your shirt back on now, I promise I am finished tending to your wounds.”

The reaper brushed her hair vigorously until it was knot free and hung down her shoulders nicely. Ah, that was better. She tossed the brush onto her nightstand, and rested her hands on the bed behind her as she glanced over at her neighbor with a bit of a surprised look. It was on his mind a lot, huh? That…meant something…she thought. Or hoped. She kind of liked that Mot was nosey about her business. It was better than not caring.

“I think I’m flattered that you’re training so much to find out.” She snorted softly. “Because by training hard, it’s the only way you’ll find out. I will not go easy on you…and you can’t go easy on me.”