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Heal it, of course.

[It's really bleeding... That worries her--did a major vein get punctured or something? All the more reason to heal it quickly.

She sits up on her knees and raises her hand; the rune glows as she chants under her breath and casts Healing Wind.]

[Tyr breathes a quiet sigh as the wind blows across his skin and stops the bleeding there. He hopes that's all the wound needs. He could feel how deeply that spell had to reach through his body...]

...Thanks, Rita. [He smiles at her and resists the urge to reach up and touch the injury.] You've really gotten good at using runes...

[And she didn't need to go anywhere...]

[She's more relieved than she'd admit to see the bleeding stop as a result of the spell, and lowers her hand to her lap.]

It's not like they're hard to pick up... Anyway, how does it feel now? Are you in any pain?

[ He shakes his head and folds his own hands in his lap to keep them from seeing just what the wound feels like. ]

It's not bad... It just feels weird... I never had a wound like this before... [ That he can remember. ] I'll try to rest it so it won't reopen. It should probably still be cleaned up, though...

Yeah... I had one like it...

[She trails off, because that's a painful memory--not the wound itself, but the circumstances that led to it.

Anyway, Tyr has a good point.]

You're right... Should I go get some antiseptic or something?

Right... Your scar... [ He mumbles, eyes wide as he remembers it and eyes trail down to where it is on her body.

Did he ever know how she received it? It sounds like it's not something she wants to think about...

And more important, they need to treat his injury. He shakes his head and pushes himself up with one hand. ] No, we should get it together. Come on.

[She nods. Tyr's must be pretty close to where her own is... But they have no idea how it happened.

Maybe that's why he wants to come with her.]

All right. Just take it easy until it's back to normal, got it?

I will... I have magic, too, you know...

[ And he wants her to come with him so neither of them are vulnerable and alone. He sneaks into the hallway first, looking around to be sure there's no-one there, and walks slowly and deliberately to the bathroom. ]

[If something did attack him--and she can't think of any other reason he'd have that wound--they shouldn't split up. She's long since come wide awake, and keeps alert as they head to the bathroom. At least she doesn't have to worry about Estelle...

They don't run into anything but a couple wide-eyed cats who were probably woken up by Tyr's yelling earlier, and the bathroom's still when they flick the light on.]

...Looks like it's all right in here. You want to sit down?

[ Estelle not being here is really good at times like this. Tyr's worried for Rita now, and he could only imagine how scared she'd be for Estelle...

Tyr shuts and locks the door behind them once they're inside. ]

Sure... I guess that thing really did escape...

[ That said, be plops down on the edge of the tub, leaving room for her to sit beside him. ]

[She'll want to check up on the others too, but Estelle and Tyr would always be her priorities. Now, it's just Tyr she's worrying about.]

We don't even know what it was... A person?

[She starts rifling through the bathroom cabinets until she finds rubbing alcohol, and then picks up a clean cloth from the counter.]

[ And Tyr doesn't really feel any concern for Riou or Flynn. They can take care of themselves. Tyr has a duty to take care of Rita.

Stubbornly, Tyr replies: ] What else would it be? A curse? [ That missed his throat, heart, stomach, or any other place he's more likely to die by bleeding out?

His eyes watch her move, and he makes something of a face when he sees the rubbing alcohol. This isn't going to feel good... ]

[Tyyyr...]

Of course it's a curse. It's just after midnight, see?

[She points to a little clock on the bathroom counter, which reads only about ten minutes after midnight. The only question in Rita's mind is whether the wound just appeared on Tyr or the curse made a person do it.]

Hold still.

[Somewhat oblivious to his face, she leans over him and inspects the wound. It really is just where her own scar is... Anyway, it does still look a little bad, but at least it isn't bleeding now. She holds the cloth to the bottle of alcohol and soaks it, then presses it against Tyr's skin.]

Right... [ He hisses, hands gripping his pant legs. It's clearly been too long since he's had an open wound... ] You're right. This has to be from a curse...

[ That's all he can think about right now. His skin burns right now... ]

[She wonders if his reaction would be different if he still had all his memories... In any case, there isn't anything she can do to change that fact that it's going to sting, so she just tries to be thorough in cleaning the wound. And...a bit gentle. Once she's done with the front of his shoulder, she moves on to the back.]

I'm almost done, Tyr...

So it really did go all the way through... [ He mumbles and turns his body to let her see it better. Tyr doesn't blame her for the fact it hurts. Of course it's going to hurt... And he knows she'd be a thorough as possible with him. ]

...Thanks for all this, Rita.

Yeah...

[Tyr... The last thing she wants is for him to end up with an infection because of the curse, so she wets the cloth with fresh alcohol and starts to clean this side, too.]

Don't worry about it... After you're fixed up, we should take a look around the house.

[ He takes in a sharp breath and releases it slowly. It really, really stings... ]

Yeah... I probably can't use my staff with this wound, but I still have my fire rune and blastia if anything shows up... Make sure you stay close to me.

[She isn't going to let up. The faster she works, the faster it'll be over--and finishes soon, with a few more dabs, and straightens up.]

There.

--And I could say the same to you, you know. I can still use my whip.

[ While it feels like a long time, he's glad it's over soon. He releases a slow breath. ]

I know you can--and I want to stay close to you, too.

[ He stays sitting right where he is, though. ]

[Rita leaves the bottle of alcohol on the counter and pulls out a box of bandages now. If he has a different reason for staying put than knowing he has to be bandaged, Rita doesn't realize.]

Good. It's not like we can just split up to look when anything can happen.

[ That is his only reason. He shifts his arm slightly to make wrapping his arm easier. ]

Exactly. [ He's so, so glad they're on the same page for once... ] Especially if this is a curse... It's starting early.

[She doesn't like that it seems like he was just hurt out of nowhere. They can't go far from each other with something like this happening.]

Most start right at midnight, right? We just don't always notice right away...

[Is it going to get worse? This month is going to be the new October...

Lost in her thoughts, she starts wrapping the bandage around his shoulder, maybe a little too tight.]

[ He nods. ] That's true... If it didn't hurt so much, I wouldn't have known...

[ Though he sounds a little bitter about that. Every month from now on, they'll need to be careful.

And he knows she's making it too tight, so he reminds her: ] The bleeding already stopped. You can loosen it...

[She feels almost as bitter as he sounds. It's times like this that she hates the City...

His reminder gets her attention, though and she moves to pull them loose.] Oh...sorry.

[She starts rewinding the bandage, not so tight this time but secure enough that it's not just going to hang there, and glances at his face.]

How's this?

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