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Who: Shiro and you.
Where: Shelter, medical area
When: Hours after rescuing the King.
Rating Pg
What: Shiro comes back battered and wounded from the rescue mission. Keith swears a lot.



He runs his hands over the bandages around his ribs with a wince. He’d gotten so used to being able to shake off bullets and arrows. He has been mostly indestructible. He should have known better. Shiro slips from the small area laid out to treat his injuries as gingerly as he can manage. Cracked ribs are no joke.

He hisses through his teeth as the pain radiates out from his chest and side. He regrets a lot of things. He had charged at a pack of guards confident he would perfectly fine. “Crack goes the Lion.” He mutters as he pulls his duffel bag closer with a foot and fights not to breathe in.

Every breath hurts. They have a surplus of healers this time. The distraction team will all get back on their feet in less time than they would have otherwise. But until then he can just deal with it.

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"No." He traces his fingertips over the bandages once almost absently. "I can heal from minor things on my own. Everyone majorly hurt should come first. We don't know if the fighting has ceased or if we'll have to defend the Shelter." The cuts and bruising suck but he can live with it. Shiro sits up and winces hard, hand falling to his ribs.

He slowly lets his breath out. "I'm fine. I'll just have to take it easy and not shift shape for a while." Shiro smiles just to be reassuring. His face is a few shades paler than it had been. "And rest a lot. Like I said, I got an education on my mortality."

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"A harsh one at that, it seems." Her words are more murmured than chiding, the way her brow draws together showing a distinct expression of worry. She won't force the issue though and instead looks momentarily solemn.

"Perhaps I ought to learn to fight myself." Yes, she helps in healing and where she can but so much of this world has come down to literal fights that she might serve better if she could take up a weapon of some sort.

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"It's up to you. Keep in mind there are a lot more ways to fight than actually being in the middle of combat. What you've done here...saved countless lives that could have been lost to infection, accident, or the soldiers cutting them down." Shiro crosses one ankle over the other and leans back. It takes some of the pressure off.

It's exactly what he needs. "If you really wish to learn combat we have a number of teachers. Personally, I think you should seek out Riza Hawkeye if you take that step." Riza would be a good choice. She's a soldier and a damn good one. Patient. Logical. She would give the education he can't.

Not right now anyway.

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Riza Hawkeye. An impressive name, she thinks. With that Elizabeth gives a slight nod, looking thoughtful.

"Perhaps I shall have a chat with Miss Hawkeye then, in the future." At present there are always more pressing matters.

With that said, Elizabeth firmly pushes the issue into the back of her mind, labeled neatly as 'think on later' and filed right next to thoughts about letters and men and what her sisters must think and all that. Elizabeth is more apt to ponder in solitude.

And so she turns humorous again, never one to be dour for too long. "Let us hope though that after this excursion, we might avoid the topic of combat for some small amount of time at least."

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"Yeah, some more downtime between this and whatever we're doing next would be really nice." He doesn't like the idea of laying down for long periods of time. Yet he knows he's going to have to. Ugh.

"What's the first thing you want to do when we get back to the temple?" It's a fair question. There's a lot left to explore that they didn't get the chance to before.

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Elizabeth has a ready answer. "I should like to practice cooking more, if I may. I fear though Millis gave me as much thorough instruction on the art as she might, my skills are quite more and demand further refinement. And unlike piano practice, it is not something I can simply avoid."

If El Minha was any lesson, it was one in how vital it was that Elizabeth learn what she had always deemed as "servant's work" in her mind.

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"I'm going to help set up an area for people with the gift of flight to practice. ...maybe we could set up a firepit outside? It's another form of cooking but, easy for anyone to learn." He does plan to give Keith a crash course in it.

He could teach anyone who is curious enough to see what grilling and open fire cooking is all about. "It could prove useful depending on what our next mission is." He doesn't make anything fancy. It's not in him. But they'd stay fed.

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At that Elizabeth gives him a thankful smile. "I would certainly welcome it, though I do not boast of what my cooking upon said firepit might be like."

She is such a beginner at it all, honest she is. Millis left her with a good foundation and an idea of basics but she can in no way boast the sort of skill the grandmotherly older woman had possessed.

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“Everyone starts somewhere.” He sits up a little and winces. His hand covers his side as he breathes through the twinge. “Learning now prevents it from being a problem any other time. Not that we have a shortage of people who probably know more.” His smile turns wry. “I can do the job just it will be basic.”

Very basic. But he can feed himself and that’s all that matters. “Anyway.” He slowly pushes himself up out of the chair with a low hiss. It hurts. It hurts like hell but he only turns pale instead of making any other noise. “I should...go rest.”

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Elizabeth looks a touch mollified at that. She had near put the thought of injuries from her mind and now feels somewhat sorry for it as she listens to the man hiss against his pain.

"Of course. If you should change your mind when it comes to healing, you are welcome to let me know day or night."

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He had almost forgotten about the cut on his face. He swipes his thumb over the bandage and smiles sheepishly. "I'll let the minor things heal naturally. But you'll see me around. I'd like to have another chat in the future if you don't mind it."

He quite likes every talk they have. They're a nice change of pace, for he hopes, the both of them.

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She would give him a doleful looking, knowing full well that isn't his only injury, but she decides it's best not to persist.

Instead she laughs a little. "However shall I bear the strife of a repeat performance! And yet you do ask me to engage in my most dearly loved activity so I will happily acquiesce to your wishes."

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His ribs will take more than one healing to mend and he knows it. He meets her look with a slow shrug of his shoulders. Not right now. Now he needs sleep first or any healing might be horribly taxing. He laughs. “Hopefully it won’t be too long until next time. We’ll both be here at the arena.”

And he’ll be passed the hell out a lot but. Details.