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text [ un: daughter-sea ]

[seaboard]

Mistress Mavis,

I have word of work we may take, but I shall need your help in it.

It will be with me and it shall afford little talking, and I can handle the seller for where it must be done.

yours in hope for your good returns,
lady gilia st. loe

[telepathy]

im in
tell me where to meet you

[seaboard]

The docks. We'll go to the last pier, out of the way of people.

How strong is your arm?

[telepathy]

strong enough
near the water?

[seaboard]

Yes. Not that you shall need to swim, I need you to throw the net, is all.

[telepathy]

that's work?

text | un: yuheng

[rumination]

[ a week or so after their network exchange ]

Did the medicine improve your condition?

[telepathy]

hurts less
not improved though
still coughing

[rumination]

It has been about as helpful to my disciple.
Working as intended, since the medicine did not promise a cure.

[telepathy]

your disciple?

[rumination]

[ well fuck what a slip up; he's still in the habit of thinking of him as disciple, not soulmate ]

My soulmate. He is sick.

[telepathy]

why do you call him your disciple

[rumination]

I was his cultivation teacher.

[telepathy]

what is cultivation

[rumination]

[ does this girl know anything?! ]

The process of training and manipulating spiritual energy, or qi, for various reasons. It impacts the senses, so reflexes are sharper. I can summon holy weapons and create various spells using my qi.

[telepathy]

i see
it came from a merchant in mirth
the oil

@mellifa

[somatosensory]

Did you lock me in my own basement?

[telepathy]

i didnt lock you in
i just went to get food

[somatosensory]

( right now he's at that level of overdrawn where everything aches. food, therefore, might be difficult to appreciate as anything other than an abstract. much easier to focus ㅡ ha ㅡ on his present situation.

namely the basement.

like how the fuck he got here. )

Did you.
Drag me here?

[telepathy]

yes
carried as far as i could
dragged the rest
bandaged your knee but the shoulders are still bad
dont do anything stupid

[somatosensory]

( he certainly feels like she dragged him halfway across a cursed desert. )

I don't think I'm going to be doing much of anything for a while.

( he's done what he can, of course, but he's drained, and his chest still feels like someone's packed it full of feathers and razorwire.

more than this, though, is the fact that he has no idea how to deal with this. her. with the fact that she did that rather than left him for dead. it would have made things simpler for her, surely? )

[telepathy]

[ she really should point him towards kaito and his ability to shield some of his thoughts and feelings, at some point. they'd both benefit. she sighs, shifting the phone to one hand as she hands some coins over to pay for food for them both. ]

you won
i wasnt going to leave you for dead
did you really think i was going to violate the terms of the challenge
when i get back cant you just do for yourself what you did for me

[somatosensory]

Eventually, maybe.
Once I've eaten.
Rested a little more.

( the problem with never getting sick is that your sense for these things is diminished. right now all he knows is he feels like he was chewed on by one of the lynxes. )

I must've done an ok job if you could drag me back here, though.
Any problems?

[telepathy]

you slept 18 hours already

[ this she presents as a problem in its own regard ]

[somatosensory]

You counted?