hotel: lup

[shaft]

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[shaft]

[ Hello? Claude feels a little crazy when he spots her, looking down at the cuts on his hands.

Was that even real? ]

You okay?

[ Uhh, since you were stabbed. ]

[evocationary]

[a pause.]

... Presumably? [she puts a hand on her chest, like she's feeling for the stab wound. it is... not there.] I'm not dead. That's a win.

[shaft]

[ She's not bleeding, so that's definitely a win. ]

So that was pretty messed up.

[ Sits on the floor next to her. ]

[evocationary]

Understatement.

[she... slowly sits up. and takes a very deep breath.]

Sorry. [she says, lamely.] That's the version of me nobody should meet.

[shaft]

[ He looks confused. ]

What do you mean... "version" of you?

[evocationary]

[she just waves a hand.]

The bad version. Or. Well, badder.

[shaft]

I'm not sure I follow. You mean it's you from another timeline?

[evocationary]

[she absently reaches up to rub at the back of her neck, around the base.]

No, it's the same me. Just uh, just from the last thing I was in. That's what I looked like.

[shaft]

... Oh. [ That's interesting. ] I almost didn't even recognize you.

[ It's a little obvious he kind of wants to ask more, but can sense it's not the most pleasant topic. ]

[evocationary]

Yeah, I didn't recognize myself either.

[she says, with a little huff of amusement.]

You can ask, I don't care.

[shaft]

[ His shoulders sag. ]

What happened to make you look that way?

[evocationary]

[there's a pause, and then she shifts, pushing her hair over her shoulder. she turns her back to him, and shows him - there's burn scar, a little indent at the base of her neck. it looks like it was almost like... a port, at some point.]

Furby chewed on me. I guess, uh - I guess blasted my cache with Wrath? And that's why I looked like that. That was the Wrath leaking out of me.

[shaft]

[ That's so messed up. ]

That's... terrible. To have that happen to you. That furby was really a terrible beast.

[ Remembering that Lup is tactile, he reached over with his cut up hand to give hers a careful squeeze. ]

[evocationary]

Yeah, it wasn't exactly a cruise to Cabo.

[a pause, and then she takes his hand in return, holding it. she also bites her lip with a little hiss.]

We should get your hand cleaned up, bud.

[shaft]

You and I could both use a little care. Though I haven't spotted any first aid kits.

[ Hm.

Before they completely move on though, he gives her a little pat on the shoulder. ]

I'm glad you're doing better now.

[evocationary]

Nah, me either, but the gift shop is full of stuff we can use to wipe blood off on.

[a beat, and then:]

... I'm trying. That counts for something.

[shaft]

That's all anyone can ask for.

Now let's get patched up, huh?

[evocationary]

[her ear flicks, and she pulls herself to her feet with a little smile.]

Sure, sure. [she will help him up and walking too!!]