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When Amrita tensed up it was enough for another glance down at her, a unasked question in his expression. Damn, she really was afraid of Christof. Remi would not help but wonder why... but before he could ask, the other boil had moved forward.

The fancy flipping of his hands caused him to stare for a brief moment, curiosity getting the better of him. Remi used his hands in different movements to perform his illusions... was he using a spell???? It caused his ears to p***k backwards, about to say something he noticed that Amrita seemed to be replying to the weird hand movements?

.....Oh! Sign language.

Wow Remi suddenly felt like an idiot. He really needed to calm down. Call him over protective, but this was Amrita's boilfriend, he should give the other guy some leeway...

Releasing a breath, he squeezed the hand which was on the ghouls shoulder briefly before letting go and stepping back. "Ill leave you two be, ill be back later." He had a feeling the two needed time to talk this out, and really did not want to feel like some sort of third wheel in the conversation.

Amrita almost whined as Remi stepped back to leave; the last thing she wanted right now was to be alone with Christof right now. It hurt to give everything to someone and to get nothing back, and in her current state...well, this wasn't ideal. Instead of begging Remi to stay, even just to keep him as a buffer between herself and the Igor, she stayed quiet, her torn lips pressing together tightly...but she did give the kitsune an apologetic look just before he left. He had to come back to help her feel better, he promised!

"No it isn't." Amrita said shortly, weakly trying to free her hand from his; it was harder to do than she would have hoped. "I'll be fine." She said slowly, trying to harden her voice to prove that she really would be. "You can go back to...whatever it is you do now." For a moment her eyes narrowed at him, but the look quickly melted away with a very real pain, her head turning away from him once more.

Amrita hadn't been looking at him, but the rustling of clothes caught her attention; a moment later, no matter how upset and in pain she was, she just couldn't ignore him. By the time she managed to turn her head to look at his signing hands, she had missed a great deal of what he was trying to say to her.

"Protected me from what? You didn't do anything. Even if you were there I doubt it would have changed anything." Her frown was back, and her hand twitched when he reached to hold it as if she were about to pull it away, and yet it didn't. It stayed still, grudgingly letting him do what he felt he had to. "And why do you always---" Her voice broke and she took another moment to collect herself, steeling her metaphorical heart and shaking her head slowly, no matter how it hurt. "Nevermind. It's not important." She grumbled after a moment or two,

"I was...uh, shopping for an outfit..." She tried to make him explain without outright saying she had been possessing a Hunter. "...And I tried to...um...modify it, while I was wearing it." Hopefully he'd understand, please understand. "...And it kind of...backfired? I think I destroyed it though." The outfit, of course.

"Nothing." She insisted sharply, now taking her hand back from him, and only to try and ease her wounded body into sitting up; it still wasn't happening, but she was trying to do it anyway. The ghoul was stubborn even at her worst.

It probably wasn't a good thing that the bandages and tank top around her middle seemed to get darker as she started trying to really move.

"Coward...heh." Amrita hissed the word, her voice a mix of mental and physical pain. Her body hurt, her mind hurt, her heart hurt...and here he was, when she was at her worst once more, trying to smooth things over. Patching up something that had been straining against it's bindings for what seemed like ages.

"I don't want..." She trailed off in a pained hiss, managing to draw her shaking, weak legs over the edge of the bed to sit herself down, but at a cost. Her body trembled, the dark patch on the stomach of her clothing seemed to get darker, and she seemed to try to hold herself, though it clearly brought her great discomfort. "...T-to h-hear it, Christof. I...I'm tired. I can't d-do this any more...a-at least...not now." The ghoul had really meant dealing with this conversation, but in her state didn't recognize the plethora of other meanings behind her words.

"Where's...Where's...?" She whimpered out softly, her head suddenly feeling very light, her legs beginning to go numb. "...Remi?" She called out a little louder, her voice uneven as disorientation started to set in, brought about by her change in position.

The arm around her shoulders made her tense, but it was the way he tried to get her to lay down that made her rebel. At first it was a very sudden shake of her head, her hands coming up to press against him, either trying to get him to stop or to push him away.

"No! No, don't-- I don't want to---" She growled out breathlessly between whimpers of pain, her words as disoriented as ever. Something in her kept her from just accepting the Igor's help; she felt she needed to fight, or to do this on her own. Whatever it was, it made her stubborn beyond her body's available stamina and only served to aggravate her wounds, so her physical protests seemed half hearted at best...but she tried, she really did. "Don't touch me!" She hissed out finally, her bundled feelings pouring out of her in a moment of delusional panic.

"REMI!" The ghoul cried this time, louder, hoping to draw the Kitsune from where ever he had wandered off to. Despite him having done this to her when she woke up, something in her clouded mind said he'd help her out of this.

It took him all about two seconds to get back. Truth he told he had wandered far enough way to be just out of earshot, they deserved that much. He had though made sure to stay close enough to where if she screamed he could hear, and sure enough the call of his name was enough to summon the fox once more.

His form filled up half the doorway, apparently shifting back into his true form made him get there faster. Dual toned eyes quickly scanned, and took in the situation. Judgement made, his eyes flashed towards the boil in the room. His lip curled up, eyes narrowed at his canines were visible. He could feel the fur along his neck bristling up, attempting to make his already large canine sized form look even larger. "What did you do?" He hissed out, not censoring the rage he was feeling towards the other. Anger was a tone rarely expressed by Remi, usually only showing its ugly head when someone he cared for was in danger. Even if, in this case, the danger was Christof lack of keeping the ghoul from moving.

Looking back and forth between the two once more, he lowered his curled lip to hide his fangs. "You need to leave." The words were tossed once more at Christof. He didn't care if they were dating, his presence was only making matters worse.

Mid stride he switched out of his furred form and settled into his human one, moving towards the ghoul next. His eyes were still narrowed as he looked towards Amrita, not losing their hard edge. He tried to ignore the fact the metallic scent of blood was stronger on the air, he did not need to look at her bandaging to know she had reopened her wounds once more. Reaching out one would assume he was going to push her back onto her bed, but instead he lightly placed it on her shoulder. "What did i say about moving?" He sighed. "Now im going to need to call a nurse in for you again. You know what that means right?"

Remi's voice, however angry, was enough to calm her down. Her body visibly relaxed but didn't slouch for fear of further pain. If Amrita noticed Christof leaving, she didn't show it; instead she pressed her hands against her face gingerly, being mindful of the wounds on her face. She didn't move again until Remi's hand rested on her shoulder, and even then it was to tense up again; as it was before, it was his voice that soothed her again. Her body continued to feel like weighted lead, though the pain in her stomach made it impossible for her to feel little else, let alone get comfortable. At least the stress of seeing Christof and having him touch her again was starting to ease off of her shoulders, making her current predicament at least that much more bearable.

"No...please don't. I...I'm fine." She pleaded with him tiredly, her hands lifting to grab weakly onto his shirt. "Don't...Don't go." The ghoul continued, inching closer to him to rest her heavy forehead against his stomach. "S-stay. ...Please?"