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It wasn't far to Nadja's quarters, and the stalk down the corridor did little to calm her rage. She ripped her keycard through the lock, wrenched the handle, and threw the door open so hard it rebounded off the rubber stopper on the wall installed for just such purpose. "b*****d!" she snarled, rummaging through her neatly organized kitchenette until she found a potholder and slapped it down on the counter to shield the heat of the teapot. It could set there; no sense wasting zavarka, and she would need it once he was gone.

Then she rested her hands on the edge of the sink and stared into the stainless steel basin until her breathing slowed.

"Ebat' evo v rot," she muttered, and went to find a first aid kit.

It was a calmer but no less intense Nadja who returned to the office, a kit in one hand and eyes full of grim purpose. The first thing she did was to survey the room to see if he'd broken anything, then strode for the desk and opened the kit on its surface.

The redhead faltered mid-step, gave Seth an unfathomable look, then pursed her lips and focused her attention on the kit, frowning.

Bandages, triple antibiotic ointment, butterfly closures- there. Pills rattled in the bottle as Nadja applied pressure to the lid and twisted, defeating the childproof lock, then shook a few dark gray capsules into her hand and curled her fingers over them while she read the instructions. Two tablets with water, preferably after meals, repeat after two hours if necessary.. no more than sixteen tablets per day.

Nobody had ever mentioned how long pure zavarka effects lasted.

Nadja held the capsules up between her fingers and fixed her eyes on Seth's guardian. "Medicine. They'll help," she explained, and went to draw a teacup of hot water, remembering the saucer in spite of everything.

"Because you're going to feel damn horrible in a while, that's why. You're not getting more zavarka," Nadja said matter-of-factly, the way one sets boundaries for a small child. "It's gone."

The redhead studied Seth for a moment, balancing the steaming teacup in her hand. How does one usually get a large obstreperous creature to take its pills? You could slip them into or sprinkle them directly over its food, or force its mouth open and stick the pill far enough down its throat that they have no choice but to swallow.

None of these methods seemed applicable.

The redhead had set the bottle down and turned away to drizzle a spoon of honey into the teacup and stir it in. The clink of metal on porcelain slowed, then stopped. Nadja licked a droplet of honey off her finger and slowly, slowly, turned her head to look over her shoulder at Seth.

Her eyes narrowed.

"Will it make you be quiet?"

This had started down the dangerous path to bribery.

Nadja's eyes were charcoal slits fixed unerringly on Seth, considering his words and the stupid grin plastered across his face. A few seconds ticked by, during which she didn't move, except to slowly set the cup of tea back down.

The porcelain clinked quietly onto the polished wood. "Tvoimi by ustami da myod pit'," the redhead said quietly, and spun on her heel.

With the deliberate motion of someone who will do what they must and damn the consequences, Nadja seized his face with her hands as her lips crushed roughly against his.

There was no careful caress of lips here, no gentle exploration or tender touch. It was an angry kiss, defiant and forceful, and Nadja's lips were curled back in disgust at the start of it. Teeth caught his bottom lip without remorse while fingers, crooked, found his temples under his hair and angled under his jaw. But while the aggression remained, as the moment progressed it became.. surprisingly intimate.

Especially when her tongue slipped two capsules down his throat.

Not as dry as they could be, given the environment, but gagging would serve him right. Nadja pulled back once he started to swallow, watching him grimly while her fingers kept pressure on his jaw to prevent him from spitting them out.

His words were received with dark eyes and silence. Then, in that same quiet tone: "You're out of your head."

She released him and moved behind her desk, acquiring the teacup on the way to clear her mouth of the capsules' taste.

Moloch was being a good dog; he'd been told to guard, a general command that he usually interpreted as 'don't let anyone touch my things, go past this point, or cause general mayhem.' Context always gave more clues, and he'd chosen to sit by the samovar and her desk, the most important objects in the room. And he'd stayed sitting, with a look of doggy confusion at the violent kissing and the smell of the whole situation.

Nadja made a clicking noise in her throat as she sat, which made the Arcanine's ears perk and expression brighten a bit as he took on an air of expectation, which increased as the redhead slid a drawer open and glanced Seth's way. She opened her mouth as if to say something, closed it, and frowned. Some sort of treat passed into her palm and from there, into the Pokemon's jaws.

When she did speak she chose her words carefully, measuring them out with exacting precision over the sound of Moloch crunching away. "You're not well right now, Seth. If you rest, it will pass."

She had lost enough composure today and now she was trying to regain it.