Besides, I can heal! I am perfectly capable of tending to my own injuries! If it was gonna seriously put me in danger, I'd treat it enough that it wouldn't, it's not like I've gotta death wish!
[i mean the moment he nearly dies in combat it's all over and his kink will be fully unlocked,,, but it's fine,,, for now,,,]
[so i guess we know what's happening with our first bandit mission, huh.]
Will you please just give me less reason to worry, so I don't have to worry you?
[Alear is. Not good at this. It comes from a very sincere place of concern, but she's never been made to deal with such blatant stubbornness before, because she simply cannot wrap her head around this man and what he's thinking. If you have something wrong, treat it??? Even if you like pain for some reason???]
I don't like the idea that I hurt you, okay? I don't like the idea that something I did could be the reason something happens.
Think of Princess Edelgard's reputation! Or even Prince Hubert's feelings on the matter! They'd say all sorts of nasty things about her if they ever found out she was hurting you!
[Wriggling intensifies!! Ugh, this is gonna annoy Zephia if she hears about it, and she probably will hear about it given Manuela doesn't seem like the sort of person who can keep her mouth shut...]
Ugh, look. I'll heal it myself. I'll even let you look me over. That an acceptable compromise?
[Oh good, she let go. Now if only he was fast enough to get away... No, he knows that won't work. He's definitely not fast enough to outrun her, and even if he was, she'd likely just tattle on him and Zephia would make a face at him. He's supposed to be at least decently well-behaved here! Ugh. Fine.
Griss rolls his eyes and unbuttons the bottom of his uniform jacket, yanking up his undershirt high enough for Alear to see the forming bruise. It's a bright red right now, and if left alone would darken into a nasty purple. She can likely see a few matching red tattoos on his ribs from here as well.]
'Cause it is an inconvenience. But fine.
[He holds his free hand over the bruise and Faith magic knits the wounds. It takes a bit longer than it would for a stronger or more experienced mage like Manuela, but before long the skin settles back into its usual pale hue.]
[Alear does watch that with rapt attention--much like a kid at heart seeing how something is done alongside being a leader harping on her stupid underclassman. If she can even call him that, really, but Alear does seem to ease a bit at seeing him all better.]
Yeah, I am. It at least shows me that you can take care of yourself, even if you're stubborn and choose not to.
[Alear pauses a bit, though. Should she apologize at all...? She considers it for a moment, just...]
...Look, if you can at least take care of yourself before battle, you can get into whatever trouble you want. I've always been told that you need to take care of injuries before they become a problem, and while I don't really get it...
At least you're not doing permanent damage, this way.
Yeah. [Alear nods her head, still a little visibly confused, but she doesn't seem to have any further complaint.] That's more than good enough. I want to do everything I can to keep you all safe, but I can only do so much, you know? I'm...
I'm only one person, but I hope to really do my best for you all.
[Miss Rhea's given her a lot to live up to; she wants to excel so badly. Maybe then, she'll find her way in life, and...]
And...sorry, about getting so nagging about it. No hard feelings...?
[There's a brief moment where he actually feels sort of... weird. Like maybe putting his kinks ahead of her is actually kind of. Not great? But that's weird and gross and so Griss dismisses the thought with a shrug. He's never cared about anyone who isn't Zephia, and he isn't going to start now.]
Eh, it's fine. I ain't that torn up about it.
[Though given the shrug and smirk that follows, he's not torn up about it at all.]
But your efforts are probably better spent on the others.
[People like Linhardt and Caspar who could use a guiding hand, or Dorothea and Petra who have so much potential. He's not going to make her life easy, so getting hung up on him is just a waste of both their time.]
[Alear was fully prepared to just roll her eyes a bit and walk away, pleased enough with that answer...but then Griss had to speak up again, and Alear's cheeks puff out in response.]
You don't need to worry where I put my efforts. I want to help everyone I can, and that does include you, Griss. I want to do what I can for all of you, and I don't want to leave anyone behind.
[Alear is about to turn on her heel and walk away, when her eyes seem to perk upon seeing something--one of the church guards makes their way over to her, standing at attention.]
Alear, Lady Rhea is looking for you; there is something important that she needs to speak to you on the matter of. Now, if you please.
Ah--! [Alear straightens almost instantly, nodding her head.] Yes, of course! I'll make my way to her office at once!
[And, with an apologetic look to Griss--]
Sorry, it looks like I've gotta run. Let's talk again sometime, okay?
[And with that, Alear's just going to dart off like her feet are on fire because AAAAAA CANNOT MAKE MOTHER MAD--]
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[DO NOT MAKE HER CARRY YOU TO THE NURSE'S OFFICE, GRISS, SHE WILL!!!]
If you're not going to go yourself, it falls on me to get you to!
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[THIS IS NOT AS BIG A DEAL AS YOU'RE MAKING IT—]
Besides, I can heal! I am perfectly capable of tending to my own injuries! If it was gonna seriously put me in danger, I'd treat it enough that it wouldn't, it's not like I've gotta death wish!
[i mean the moment he nearly dies in combat it's all over and his kink will be fully unlocked,,, but it's fine,,, for now,,,]
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Will you please just give me less reason to worry, so I don't have to worry you?
[Alear is. Not good at this. It comes from a very sincere place of concern, but she's never been made to deal with such blatant stubbornness before, because she simply cannot wrap her head around this man and what he's thinking. If you have something wrong, treat it??? Even if you like pain for some reason???]
I don't like the idea that I hurt you, okay? I don't like the idea that something I did could be the reason something happens.
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So, what, it'd be fine if I asked Edelgard to beat me up?
[THAT IS NOT FINE FOR OTHER REASONS, DUMBASS]
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[WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.]
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I mean yeah, but as long as his girlfriend's not hurt then is there really any room to complain?
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[come on, we're almost there...!]
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[Wriggling intensifies!! Ugh, this is gonna annoy Zephia if she hears about it, and she probably will hear about it given Manuela doesn't seem like the sort of person who can keep her mouth shut...]
Ugh, look. I'll heal it myself. I'll even let you look me over. That an acceptable compromise?
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[...This is fast getting nowhere, but Alear puffs her cheeks out a bit and she'll actually let him go, nodding her head.]
...Fine, yes. That's acceptable. You don't have to make it sound like such an inconvenience.
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Griss rolls his eyes and unbuttons the bottom of his uniform jacket, yanking up his undershirt high enough for Alear to see the forming bruise. It's a bright red right now, and if left alone would darken into a nasty purple. She can likely see a few matching red tattoos on his ribs from here as well.]
'Cause it is an inconvenience. But fine.
[He holds his free hand over the bruise and Faith magic knits the wounds. It takes a bit longer than it would for a stronger or more experienced mage like Manuela, but before long the skin settles back into its usual pale hue.]
There? See? No more bruisin'. You happy now?
[because he sure isn't!!!]
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Yeah, I am. It at least shows me that you can take care of yourself, even if you're stubborn and choose not to.
[Alear pauses a bit, though. Should she apologize at all...? She considers it for a moment, just...]
...Look, if you can at least take care of yourself before battle, you can get into whatever trouble you want. I've always been told that you need to take care of injuries before they become a problem, and while I don't really get it...
At least you're not doing permanent damage, this way.
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[Linhardt's definitely better at it, but Griss has had a fair bit of practice. Mostly on himself, but let's not talk about that—]
I'm not stupid enough to risk infection or debilitating injury. I ain't gonna cause problems for the Black Eagles with it. It's just for fun, yeah?
[He lowers his shirt, but doesn't bother buttoning the overcoat back up.]
But I'll take that compromise. I'll be fully healed before any battles we face. Good enough?
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I'm only one person, but I hope to really do my best for you all.
[Miss Rhea's given her a lot to live up to; she wants to excel so badly. Maybe then, she'll find her way in life, and...]
And...sorry, about getting so nagging about it. No hard feelings...?
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Eh, it's fine. I ain't that torn up about it.
[Though given the shrug and smirk that follows, he's not torn up about it at all.]
But your efforts are probably better spent on the others.
[People like Linhardt and Caspar who could use a guiding hand, or Dorothea and Petra who have so much potential. He's not going to make her life easy, so getting hung up on him is just a waste of both their time.]
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You don't need to worry where I put my efforts. I want to help everyone I can, and that does include you, Griss. I want to do what I can for all of you, and I don't want to leave anyone behind.
[Alear is about to turn on her heel and walk away, when her eyes seem to perk upon seeing something--one of the church guards makes their way over to her, standing at attention.]
Alear, Lady Rhea is looking for you; there is something important that she needs to speak to you on the matter of. Now, if you please.
Ah--! [Alear straightens almost instantly, nodding her head.] Yes, of course! I'll make my way to her office at once!
[And, with an apologetic look to Griss--]
Sorry, it looks like I've gotta run. Let's talk again sometime, okay?
[And with that, Alear's just going to dart off like her feet are on fire because AAAAAA CANNOT MAKE MOTHER MAD--]