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"Oh, um---"

Olga followed after him, her brows knitted. "But I'd feel better seeing you to bed!" In other words, yes. Yes, Sergei was getting a tuck in, and she wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. She never did.

Olga flinched, her expression turning dismayed at yet another stab. She had looked down, but then looked up as he stripped his shirt, but only because the brilliant colors of bruising against his tan skin had caught her eye. She bit her bottom lip, somehow her expression even more crestfallen until she had a thought (and yes, Olga agreed she wanted to lay her cheek on those biceps and would do laundry on those abs 11 out of 10). Olga back away and disappeared into the kitchen. She was gone for a few moments until she came back with from ice packs which she knew he had from when he had taken care of her injuries.

She approached him, and reached out with the ice packs to place them against the darker areas of bruised skin.

Olga nodded, and relinquished the ice packs to him as she went to go retrieve the aspirin. She came back again, some pills in hand and a glass of water in the other. The young woman placed them on the end table next to the Russian man, and then quietly settled onto the other end of the couch next to him.

She clasped her hands together, silent for the time being, before she softly spoke up. "That was Pyrophanite. I'd run into him a few times before I became magical...and he was one of my captors at the carnival." Her brows knitted. "...He didn't look anything like that though...and he...he didn't have those...powers." Her lips twisted. "...I just don't get how the other side is so...strong. How they get that kind of...strength."

Olga nodded a bit. "All before when I wasn't magical...this was my first time running into him when I was magical..." She nodded her head a bit again, and frowned, her brows knitting. "Yeah..."

She wanted to ask if he had any ideas yet for combating that crazy fog, and opened her mouth to ask, but then closed it. Nah. Another day. Tomorrow, even, but she should just...let him rest now. Yeah. "Hey um...just a heads up, if you're...ever out without me but...he's got a friend...I think." They seemed chummy at the carnival, anyways. "They---um, because I can't tell if it's a boy or girl---they're a senshi but....dressed in all dark colors, with a hole with cracks on their forehead and chest, and really long brown hair that goes down past their knees. They're name is Haüyne...and they're someone to watch out for. They can summon a blade from blood and it can cut through metal!" Olga exclaimed, perking up at her description.

His words brought her a crazy jolt of happiness which bubbled in her chest. She also liked the head pat, even if she wasn't sure to be given head pats meant he viewed her as like...a kid or something...

She hoped not...

Her cheeks were a bit red, as she then blinked at him. "...What do you mean you all?" Olga paused for a moment. "...You'll get magic, too! I think when you become a squire...so...it's only a matter of time before you're one of us." She grinned at him.

"Ummm yeah?" Olga replied, missing the hand on her head, and looked over at him. "Oh!" She was suddenly up on her feet and moved over to him, holding out a hand to help him up. "Have your bed?" She echoed. "Um...no? I'll help you to bed, and then I'll just head home, after!"

She hadn't expected him to take her hand---more like, to help steady him by the arm or something---so butterflies riled in her stomach as he did. Sure, he'd grabbed her hand earlier, but it had been out of necessity of flight from the Captain...

Also, when his pants just dropped Olga felt like she couldn't breathe. She stared for a moment, gawking, and then suddenly turned away, as red as a cherry. "Oh---um---" She reached up, and poited her index fingers together while she had her back to him. "...Were you...saying---um---that you and I---could---ehhh...sleep in the same bed?" She almost squeaked.

Sergei just didn't understand Olga's feels.

She was also having some kind of internal debate with herself, about how she should just go home now and go to her own bed---but yet, this was like...a rare opportunity to be in the same bed for a night as Sergei? How could she pass that up? Even if she felt like she might pass out from the excitement of it.

"Um---" She glanced at the closet. "Ah---that's okay! Um---I mean, I'd just want to change my bottoms usually, but that's okay! I can sleep in my jeans---" She rambled a bit, and pulled off her flannel. She then stared at the husky as she trotted into the room and then up on the bed, and for a moment, felt a bit disappointed. Just a wee bit. A furry barrier between her and...well...

Yeah.

Olga ignored the stare the husky was giving her, and tentatively climbed into the bed as well, where she then laid on her back and crossed her hands over her stomach. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment, her cheeks red and the butterflies fluttering, before she then realized something.

She looked over at the Husky, smiled widely, and then reached out and boldly pet her.

Yeah. She finally got to pet her.