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He is careful to come any closer to her, careful to make any sort of wrong move at all actually. But it seems necessary now that his current position has become obsolete for a view of the stomach tattoos.

Elijah lifts his chair a little closer to the bedside, sitting very nearly on the edge. He turns his head to the right, examining and almost memorizing the sight of these tattooed markings.

"Wings are something you get used to pretty quickly. Or rather, they get used to you.. whichever way, it's like another part of your body." He says this while studying her stomach, the tone of his voice considerably quieter. He considers for a moment running his hand across the markings in curiosity - the closest hand even raises a little in hesitated decision making - but he decides against it just as quickly.

He forces his eyes back onto her face again, leaning back just a little. "I hope I haven't been bad company or nothing. Truthfully, I didn't have anything better to do, and I wasn't quite sure what to expect when I came here in the first place. I guess the element of your injury making you less intimidating is.. well." He leaves off abruptly, meaning to trail off but never really doing so. Why the hell was he so confused all of a sudden? Things when he was a kid were laid out perfectly, if not leaving only a few things in the dark. Now, it was a search for the lightswitch in a pitch black obstacle course..

He laughs gently. "Sleep. I was intending on catching up on sleep.. I'd say that visiting you has been a lot more interesting than an unguarded sleep. Hell, where else would I find a girl with like, fifty times as many weapons than she really needs?"

Elijah sits back completely in the chair, both hands on the armrests with the intention of standing up. In fact, from the "has been" comment, he intends to make an exit entirely, not just from the chair.

Raising from the bedside, the teen gives her a suspiciously unreadable smile. He'd been practicing with various facial expressions lately; the whole concept of them just intrigues him greatly. In result, he's added quite a few more to his range of emotions.

"I'm sorry to have to leave you, but it'd probably be wise if I returned home at a decent hour for once since I've grown. Hell, I've heard more 'teenage rebellion' remarks than I've ever wanted to hear.." He shakes his head, trying to come up with a more formal, or at least less embarrassing, exit for himself.

"Keep your head up about your training. Your leg'll be better 'fore you know it - you should just enjoy having a reason to boss people around into doing things for you, or somethin'. Me being one of them that you can add to the list - you need me for something, you send your owl friend when she's better too and I'll see what I can manage."

He reaches the doorway, turning to face her again and taking a step backwards, planning to remember her this way; drugged up or not, this was one hell of a confusingly comforting experience.

The door opened soon enough after, a pair of fushia eyes peeking out before the figure pulled open the door happily, even though he didn't know who it was. "Hello! I'm Slush... Who might you be?"

X was currently indisposed due to the recent disappearance of her love and signifigant other, otherwise she would've opened the door herself. Instead, Slush had put himself in charge of the house.

Surprisingly, when she dropped it, he swiftly leaned in and caught it before dragging the girl inside and towards where Zanna was currently staying, kicking his foot back to shut the door as he moved. Hm, Aurora, that name seemed to ring a bell. Maybe Zanna had mentioned it before? He was sure she had!

"Aurora...Yeah, I think she's mentioned you before..." Slush grinned wide as he continued to drag, speaking as they neared, and eventually came to Zanna's room, where she was out cold from the drugs. "Want me to wake her? Though if I do, hide behind the door to avoid flying sharp objects."

The emotion in his face was still cheery, as if he saw nothing wrong with the girl chucking things at possible strangers or friends... or family for that matter.

Slush nodded and then eyed the amount of throwing knives next to where Zanna was laying, thinking twice as he remembered Zanna not quite... loving this girl. He turned to Rora and gave her a hopeful smile. "Can we just leave it by her... Not wake up the Zanna on drugs with lots of sharp things and a bad temper?"

Giving her a pathetic pout, he swished his tail and did his best to look cute and scared, hamming it up as best as he could. They never got guests like this!

Good! There will be no knife dancing tonight, or rather right now. He gave a goofy grin to Rora as he took the gift and set it on the chair next to the bed before ushering her out. "Great minds think alike! Well, most people don't really want to die for giving someone a gift... or waking them, or anything really... So that makes..." Slush pondered for a moment before grinning cheekily, "A lot of great minds..."

Suddenly he jumped as a realization came to mind, bouncing excitedly in place. "Do you want to stay for dinner? Nathan cooks great things when he's here..."