orangebrained | [Seasons IC Inbox][un: e'kayan]

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[Truthfully, Erenville had not intended in entering the portal. His strengths were in his research, not fighting. It was actually a sheer accident that he had even stepped into the portal and was subsequently attacked by the Flurry Flock. Thankfully, a couple of adventurers had gotten him out of (further) harm's way and he was able to escape the portal. It had already been an embarrassing enough incident and he did not fancy sticking around to hear of it. He knew enough first aid due to his own years of traversing the world as a gleaner, so he decided to simply make his way to the privacy of his own home and patch himself up.

Luckily, E'kayan was not home yet either, so Erenville felt he had enough time to clean himself up and hopefully look none the worse for wear. A lot of his wounds were not as bad as they appeared, in his humble opinion. He took his time in the bathroom, rinsing off both the dirt and grime and blood. As he figured, many were not very deep and had already stopped bleeding. He also felt marginally better having taken the time to soak in the hot waters to relax and ease his troubled mind.

Now came the tough part. Erenville sat on a stool in the middle of the bathroom, dressed in simple hempen underpants and shirt, mirrors still fogged from the hot shower, and with an open box of first aid. He started with the wounds that still bled sluggishly. They were clean enough from the soap and water, but he wanted to make sure they stopped bleeding completely so that he could add the ointment and bandages. While he did so, Erenville subsequently forgot that (and didn't notice completely in his hurt state) that he not only left his bloodied clothes in his room with the door open, but that he had tracked some of that blood and dirt into their shared abode.]

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orangebrained

[Not home yet, but while Ereville is dealing with fixing himself up after his misadventure the Miqo'te does show up back home. When he comes in he can hear the water running and he doesn't think too much about it as he makes his way through the place to his own room to drop off a few things...

He only means to glance sidelong into Erenville's room to see if the Viera is in there, but the pile of bloodied clothes swiftly grabs his attention. E'kayan's ears pin back immediately, something sharp and cold clenching in his chest and closing his throat as he then spies the bloodied, dirty track from the door of the room towards the bathroom.

No, that's...]

... Erenville?

[E'kayan drops the bag he's carrying and immediately bolts for the bathroom, throwing the door open with enough force to send it bouncing off the wall.]

Eren--!

[Oh.

He stands there for a few seconds, wild-eyed and pale, then sags against the door frame and rubs one hand over his face as he pulls in a deep, shaky breath.]

S-sorry, sorry... I thought...

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gleaner

[Already a bit high strung from the monster encounter, the sudden opening and subsequent banging of the door started Erenville so badly that he not only dropped the roll of bandages but he jumped clear off the stool. His ears were pricked in high alert as he stared, quite frozen for a moment, at E'kayan.

Once the tension seemed to ease, he, too, sagged from were he sat on the tile. He let out a ragged breath, his ears drooping to other side of his head. He closed his eyes, remaining silent as he shakily pulled himself back onto the stool.]

No. 'Tis my fault.

[His voice was soft as it easily became clear just why E'kayan had been so urgent.]

I did not mean to give you the wrong idea. I am... I'm fine. I apologize for worrying you.

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orangebrained

[It would be comical if not for the panicked urgency behind it all and E'kayan is immediately apologetic about how he clearly - apparently unnecessarily - shocked the other man with his abrupt entrance into the room.

Yet... he can't shake the feeling off. The anxiety that twisted up in his chest when he saw the bloody clothes, the trail on the floor... and no small part of him had been immediately thrown back to that day he had walked into the Waking Sands and smelled that smell.]

It's okay. [The Miqo'te keeps his eyes closed for a moment while he steadies himself, his ears still swung down and tail flicking in agitation. The Lominsan accent that is normally so mild in his voice comes out strangely thick in those two words.

It's fine... He's fine.

E'kayan moves into the room and scoops up the bandages, kneeling down next to the stool.]

Let me help?

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