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"I'd have nothing but that name." she looked at him earnestly, but still light hearted "It's a true enough name, and the same goes each time I call you it. Anything else you think I should work on here? I'm about halfway done with this foot."

She finished off his foot in response, then crawled up next to him "I'm going to cuddle with you for the entire evening until you fall asleep." she promised. She couldn't say that she would sleep with him the entire night as the Morrigan would interupt that, but all the same she'd cuddle at least with him.

Rivven took a tight breath, his back aching from lying in such an uncomfortable a position as long as it took to get things into place in his condition, and pushed the dresser now filled with what heavy objects he'd found in the room off of him to a 45 degree angle, and slowly lowering it over himself, relaxing his legs. He wouldn't want to excersize his stomach until it was definately well, but he'd already done plenty for a day with his arms, and excersizing the legs without bending the stomach at all could be somewhat difficult. Laying on the floor, he pushed the dresser up with his legs again, keeping his back absolutely straigth with the floor and a towel rod he'd tied onto either of his sides with the extra bandages, to keep him from moving and opening it back up. The hole through his shoulder was only a white scar on either side now though, so he could probably proceed to unwrap his stomach and test it out soon. He could do that in a few hours, and might even be alright to walk around town. Lifting the dresser again, he carefully brought the needle in his hand through the shirt he held tight between his mouth and the other, mending his mutilated shirt, and nearly finished, just in time; he been stuck in the room even though he'd been able to walk some for a few days now, but had to remain with his stomach carefully undisturbed, and had already finished sewing his coat.
Idly, he wondered at where Morgan was. He hadn't seen her for a few days, and had begun to miss her greatly, not to mention worry. He had to mentally berrate himself each time he wondered if maybe she was just leaving him for that long, if maybe she'd just been enjoying herself with Quintilius with him out of the way. But that was a stupid idea to have, she would certainly have come back had she been able to, and he knew that she wouldn't be involved with him beyond friendship, except when the curse was what was acting. She'd told him she loved him, and he trusted her completly, even though he couldn't help but sometimes doubt. All that was really not worth the attention right then though. What he should do was check that injury, and then go take a walk around town if it had progressed as far as he hoped it had, and speak with some people until Morgan returned.

They came in after about twenty minutes or so. Morgan knew she could be vain sometimes, but for once she wasn't thinking about how her hair was ruined or how overall hideous she must look. They were going to Rivven's room. That's right, I was supposed to stay with him the entire time he was sick...

The coat wa in danger of being ruined. Hopefully someone could go to Wedsday and beg for it's health. Morgan looked up at him, and motiond that he should get into bed with her. Suddenly she moved into the fetal position and bit her lip. Her body felt...wait, her head too. Her body was changing.

Scalded skin appeared on one of her thighs. Morgan quickly moved to try and cover it with the coat, even though it stung her. Fine little scars made their appearance on her lower back. There were burn marks at the base of her neck. Her once straight hair turned wild and curly.

"No," she sighed, unusually calm about this "Those are old marks." When it was completly over she brought a hand up to her hair "Well, so much for that. I'd get blonde hair like my brother had too, but I dye it black. Did the same with Mor- him, so that we'd look different." turning, Morgan put her arms around Rivven.