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Maebe stiffened at the mention of horsemen, but she made the mistake of getting a better look at the gashes along his arm, and regretted how callous and flippant she was being about the entire thing.

Regret faded within seconds, because it was not an emotion that managed hooks within her heart, and instead she felt all the more adamant about kissing him better.

"Fine. But that just means I take off mine, too. If you think you can handle that sacrifice, go ahead." She felt in that moment the ridiculous smile on her face; the one that showed too much emotion, and was immediately wiped clean once she was aware of it. It was goofy, and it was embarrassing. If anyone but Cami or Otto saw it, she would never forgive herself.

She cleared her throat, wiped that silly grin off of her face, and waved him off to go take off her shirt.

Maebe stayed right where she was, and watched the shirt come off. He was injured more than she'd expected, and far more than she'd realized when he'd first come home to a grumpy cat girlfriend who'd messed up all of his stuff. There was a twinge of regret, once more twisting her insides, and once more disappearing before she could do anything about it.

"You're a tough cookie." She complimented, following the traces of injury with curious eyes. "Were you alone out there? You should stop fighting horsemen on your own. One day you're going to come home neutered, and you won't be able to sate my constant raging hormonal desires."

She sat up slowly, curled her fingers under her babydoll t-shirt, and pulled it up over her head. The fabric crumpled as it dropped on the bed, and she flopped once more to lay down lazily.

"Speaking of which." Her tone took on a more serious edge. "We're not having sex with you that injured. I don't have a blood kink."

"Right." Maebe's expression turned sly, and her eyes lidded in amusement. "Because you would have turned me down. Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart." She reached out, took his hand to intertwine her fingers with hers, and held it close to her face, pressing it against her cheek.

She looked close to beginning the kiss therapy, but she hesitated for a minute, a thoughtful expression darkening her features.

"Please don't go out there alone, anymore." Maebe murmured into the skin of his hand. "What's the point of having not one, but two women love you, if you can't rely on us every once in a while? Or if not us, someone. Anybody."

She left it at that, but her eyes were still begging, even when she kissed the back of his hand as her first of many.

Maebe watched him as he smoothly lied to himself, and to her. She could hear it in the hesitance of his voice, and the clipped nature of his words. She smiled, because Otto was a better liar than he thought he was, and as much as this particular lie worried her, lying in its abstract form was beautiful to her. It made him less of an angel, and closer to her blackened heart.

"Good boy." She murmured, kissing down his arm now. "As long as you never forget that you're not alone anymore." She pressed her lips just at the edges of his cuts, instead of on them. "And maybe if you remember that, then you won't forget to check up on us more often when you're out there." She smiled against his skin as she kissed it, leading all the way up to his shoulder. "And all of our problems are solved."

She stopped at the top of his shoulder, and bent her face up to meet his, coyly smirking at him. "Doesn't that sound nice?"

Maebe crunched up her nose when he kissed her there. "Good. You've begun the repayment in the correct order. I'm glad you remembered exactly where I kissed you first, because you have to follow the order, or else my kisses stop."

Her head dipped in, and her lips pressed hard against his neck, giving no mercy to the sensitive skin. The kisses continued down the muscle of his neck, punctuated by the occasional unfair lick.

"At least now I know you won't die," She murmured against his skin, as she moved down to his collarbone. "Because I will be very thorough."

She was, to be quite honest, the worst nurse in all of Deus. This was because she was horribly unfair, and stopped treatment at her own whim.

The latter was proven when she slunk away from his neck, and laid back down beside him, all kisses suddenly having ceased. "Wrong order." She informed him, which was truly unfair since there was no reason he should have had to recall what order she kissed him in. "So no more kisses. Tenya, heal him up good, since I can't do any more."

Once Otto had proclaimed himself dead, Maebe slowly sat back up, and moved off of the bed. She padded over to the closet that she'd already rearranged out of frustration, and began to pick up his clothes, one by one, until she had a heavy pile in her hands. She returned to the bed, and carefully dumped the clothes all over his body, spreading them out evenly.

She did all of this without a word, silently mourning the loss of Otto while burying him - not with all of his stuff but - in all of his stuff.

Returning to the closet for another pile of clothing, she paused right after dumping it over his face.

"Shoes, too?"

When he pushed all of his clothing into a pile, she waited until he was done and then carefully climbed into it, falling into the pile of clothes like a nest. She curled up in them, resting her head on her hands, and watched him with keen eyes as he surveyed the damage she'd done. There was no guilt in them, only very careful staring.

"No." She admitted, nestling deeper down into the pile. "You have a very sexy sense of style. However, I am bitter and still recovering from my painful ordeal. I may say or do things that aren't really true. Like how much better you would look if you wore some of my clothes for me sometime."

She paused, and then pulled out one of his shirts, holding it up against her bare body. "But this much is true - I make your clothes look better. Sorry. Life is rough, I know."