[ The message indicates to being read but no other reply comes. It isn't very long fortunately, eventually Metis does show up to the room, coming in and - seeming left his helmet behind, but still has his hood pulled over his head.
Hello, he's looking around for her but the moment he spots her he's approaching with clear concern. ] Lady Throné... how fare you?
[she's here! she's sitting on a couch with a blanket, in very comfy, loose-fitting clothes. she looks absolutely exhausted. it's clear even with the forced sleep she didn't get much rest, and... well, she lost a lot of blood, too. she's having a hard time.
but she refuses to get back in the pod, so she's just here grimacing at the fact that her wounds are bleeding under the bandages. nyeh.]
... Annoyed. [she says in response, which - is true, but it's mostly a cover for how much she is hiding the urge to scream and cry about how bad her thursday and friday have been.]
[ Ah... Metis comes over to where she's seated, looking her over from what he can see. He might take a quick moment to start up his I.R.I.S to send off a quick message before he closes it and sits carefully beside her.
A frown shows, but he doesn't dare try to reassure things will be okay - it isn't something he can promise. And he doesn't want to worsen it for her. Quietly, he looks to whatever injuries that can be clearly seen in view before to her face. ]
Will it be alright if I look over your injuries? I may be without my healing magic... [ He holds a hand out. ] .. but I would like to help you in some way.
[she glances up at him - there's a tension in her shoulders, on her face, something barely, barely holding back all of the awful emotion she feels. throné is very good at compartmentalizing, at putting things away, at not feeling when she needs to, but a lot has happened, and sidon's death is the second to last straw that broke the camel's back.
she drags in a breath. it whistles a bit, ragged, because she refuses to get back into the pod.]
... Alright. [she says, after a moment. a beat, and she takes his hand, trying to force herself to stop shaking.] Do... do whatever you want. It doesn't matter.
[ His other hand carefully nudges his hood back, to then join his other hand with hers. Both of them sandwiching her own in between, gently squeezing, careful as he feels her shake. To try and comfort those trembles. ]
You matter, Lady Throné. To those still here, to those... you lost.
[ His words are spoken softly, gentle, and he carefully brings himself closer to look her over a little. Though, something comes through the door, a quiet whirring as a drone peeks in with some medical supplies. One hand releases as he reaches to take from the drone, depositing them onto the table beside them. ]
Were I able to ease your suffering. [ He brings a fresh roll of bandages onto his lap, and as she had a few days before he rubs a thumb soothingly over her knuckles. ]
[it does help, to have someone calming and gentle to bring her back down to earth.
she closes her eyes, and lets him look. she's not in any danger of dying, really, but her chest wound is nasty - like she was pierced through by a bug at one point - and the slash on her arm keeps getting disrupted because every so often her arm turns into a roach leg.
it's not doing that now but it might eventually. a beat.]
It's always... it's always like this. [she exhales, just. exhausted.] I'm so tired, Metis.
[ It'll take a bit of work but, it isn't as if he minds that. Better to help take care to the best of his ability - and even without magic, it's sufficient enough. Though he watches her before he starts, and his head tilts with a sympathetic look. ]
...I know. [ And those words are said so, so softly. Carefully, reaching out to let her lean on him similarly the night before. Resting his head briefly against hers for a brief moment of comfort. ] And it'll likely get worse before it gets better, however... you are still here. You are still hanging on.
[ The gentlest of head nudges before he pulls a bit back. Not that he won't mind if she wants that comfort, as he moves to tend to changing those bandages now rather than later and let them become any more uncomfortable as they are. ]
[she lets him - she rests her head against his, maybe a little heavily. takes comfort in it, which is amazing. she doesn't often find any sort of touch acceptable, but here and there, slowly, she's started to realize how starved she is for it. when she trusts someone not to hurt her with it, it's nice to just let herself have it.
when he pulls back, she exhales shakily, and rubs at her face.]
... The dawn is always coming. [she murmurs, finally.] I still believe it.
[he can change the bandages - she doesn't protest.]
[ Ears flick back when she rubs at her face, hands stilling and he listens to her. Emitting a soft hum in response before he finally tends to her injuries, help change any bloody bandages for a fresh set of ones.
Once he's done, he'll ensure she has a proper blanket around her. Gingerly, he pulls her closer again, allowing her to rest against him if she feels she needs it. ]
..I will be here for as long as you need me. [ Just some reassurance. Eventually, he will need to return to work, and she will need her rest for tomorrow but... in the meantime, he is here. ]
[it does feel a little better? it feels better to be clean and warm and bandaged.
and when he puts the blanket around her, and pulls her close, she just goes loose and stays there. she's still exhausted, and the thought of having to make it through solving two cases the next day makes her whole body preemptively hurt. eventually he'll have to go back to work, and she knows that - workaholic, right.
but for now she just rests her head on his shoulder and, without really meaning to, falls into a restless sleep there. for now, it's okay to just let him keep an eye on her surroundings for her.]
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Hello, he's looking around for her but the moment he spots her he's approaching with clear concern. ] Lady Throné... how fare you?
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but she refuses to get back in the pod, so she's just here grimacing at the fact that her wounds are bleeding under the bandages. nyeh.]
... Annoyed. [she says in response, which - is true, but it's mostly a cover for how much she is hiding the urge to scream and cry about how bad her thursday and friday have been.]
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A frown shows, but he doesn't dare try to reassure things will be okay - it isn't something he can promise. And he doesn't want to worsen it for her. Quietly, he looks to whatever injuries that can be clearly seen in view before to her face. ]
Will it be alright if I look over your injuries? I may be without my healing magic... [ He holds a hand out. ] .. but I would like to help you in some way.
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she drags in a breath. it whistles a bit, ragged, because she refuses to get back into the pod.]
... Alright. [she says, after a moment. a beat, and she takes his hand, trying to force herself to stop shaking.] Do... do whatever you want. It doesn't matter.
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You matter, Lady Throné. To those still here, to those... you lost.
[ His words are spoken softly, gentle, and he carefully brings himself closer to look her over a little. Though, something comes through the door, a quiet whirring as a drone peeks in with some medical supplies. One hand releases as he reaches to take from the drone, depositing them onto the table beside them. ]
Were I able to ease your suffering. [ He brings a fresh roll of bandages onto his lap, and as she had a few days before he rubs a thumb soothingly over her knuckles. ]
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she closes her eyes, and lets him look. she's not in any danger of dying, really, but her chest wound is nasty - like she was pierced through by a bug at one point - and the slash on her arm keeps getting disrupted because every so often her arm turns into a roach leg.
it's not doing that now but it might eventually. a beat.]
It's always... it's always like this. [she exhales, just. exhausted.] I'm so tired, Metis.
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...I know. [ And those words are said so, so softly. Carefully, reaching out to let her lean on him similarly the night before. Resting his head briefly against hers for a brief moment of comfort. ] And it'll likely get worse before it gets better, however... you are still here. You are still hanging on.
[ The gentlest of head nudges before he pulls a bit back. Not that he won't mind if she wants that comfort, as he moves to tend to changing those bandages now rather than later and let them become any more uncomfortable as they are. ]
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when he pulls back, she exhales shakily, and rubs at her face.]
... The dawn is always coming. [she murmurs, finally.] I still believe it.
[he can change the bandages - she doesn't protest.]
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Once he's done, he'll ensure she has a proper blanket around her. Gingerly, he pulls her closer again, allowing her to rest against him if she feels she needs it. ]
..I will be here for as long as you need me. [ Just some reassurance. Eventually, he will need to return to work, and she will need her rest for tomorrow but... in the meantime, he is here. ]
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and when he puts the blanket around her, and pulls her close, she just goes loose and stays there. she's still exhausted, and the thought of having to make it through solving two cases the next day makes her whole body preemptively hurt. eventually he'll have to go back to work, and she knows that - workaholic, right.
but for now she just rests her head on his shoulder and, without really meaning to, falls into a restless sleep there. for now, it's okay to just let him keep an eye on her surroundings for her.]