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[rdmcatpaw]

[As the recording starts, there's the sound of a pen scraping across paper, scribbling something out as the Mithra mumbles to herself.]

Hn, that's not a good example. They wouldn't know what that meant...

[There's a sigh as she puts the items down and grabs for her communicator, although she's quiet for a moment.]

Um... Kevas, Cyrus, Castiel... Reno, Veld... Gre--.

[She starts to say another name but stops herself and takes a deep breath.]

Just let me know when all of you are free, alright? I'd... like to request your audience sometime in the future.

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[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[She nods and makes sure to move him back to the bed.]

How... are you feeling? Do you need another Cure spell?

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

Nah, I think I'm all cured out. Thanks fer th' thought.

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Well, that's good. I don't think I would have enough for another.

[She managed a weak smile before stretching a little and taking a seat on the bed as well.]

Sorry, that there isn't much to really do here. I guess I should find something for when I have guests over.

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

Don't worry 'bout it. Th' things that interest me don't usually get ta' other people.

[He leans back on the bed. Yes, he wants some.

Though he doesn't need Kevas handing him his ass again for getting with his sister.]

Mind if I stay th' night?

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

What do you mean by that?

[An ear flickers for a moment while she tilts her head, looking a little confused as she glances around her room.]

Ah, no. I don't mind, since you would probably strain yourself on the way back.

[The Mithra gets back to her feet and looks for an extra blanket she has in storage.]

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

I mean that I'm more inta' makin' my own things ta' mess with.

[Dude, he would totally strain and/or hurt himself going back to his room. All those stairs and the floor and...JUST EVERYTHING. He'd be a goner.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Oh. Like crafting?

[She's occupying herself by making a bed on the floor.

...There's a thing called an elevator, Jinx!]

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

If ya' wanna call it that.

[...Jinx slides to the floor to help her.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Crafting, you make things, right?

[She turned her head and made a hand gesture with an open palm. Although she frowns when he's trying to help out.]

I got this, don't worry about it. Its not the first time I've made a bed on the floor or ground.

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

More like I make things ta' destroy other things.

[He stops, but remains seated on the floor.]

Might as well make my own bed if I'm stayin' here.

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Like bombs?

[Yes, she knew what those were. Jinx, please note that she's being stern with you with her next words.]

You can borrow my bed, since you're still recovering.

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

Yah.

[A pause.]

An' no. Yer not gonna sleep on th' floor, Suga'.

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Sounds dangerous.

[Oh geeze, here we go. The bed arrangement arguement.]

I don't mind sleeping on the floor. I'm used to it.

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

Cat, get on th' bed.

[A deep sigh.]

Please? I call th' floor an' I'm th' guest.

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

No. You already fell asleep on the bed before I woke you up!

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

[Bitch, step down.

Also Jinx is already curling up on the floor ready to sleep.

TAKE THAT.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[Jinx, you'd be in so much trouble if a Float spell existed in Vana'Diel.

She knew she couldn't lift him on to the bed by herself, so instead, she gets to her feet and fetches a pillow before tossing it at Jinx.]

I guess I have no choice then.

[Grumbling, she goes in to the bathroom and pulls out a small kit with gauze before placing it on a night stand, just incase Jinx starts bleeding when she's asleep.]

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

[Actually, you could totally sleep next to Jinx. He really wouldn't mind, honestly.

That sound.

Jinx knows that sound, the sound of medical supplies. Dammit, Cat why. Jinx tenses up, then curls tighter into himself.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[She notices this and kneels down beside him.]

...Hey, stop that, you're going to hurt yourself.

[Yes, she's trying to pry you out of your ball position.]

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

[Do not even, Cat. Jinx's phobia can't be helped, even by your kind words.]

No I won't.

[FFF Jinx is pretty strong, just so you know.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[The mage frowns before glancing over at the kit then back at the elf. She does look concerned.]

Then why are you acting like this? There's nothing to be afraid of.

[She reaches over to place a consoling hand somewhere that isn't injured on Jinx's upper body.]

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

[Once upon a time, Krew was lazy and didn't get proper medical supplies. The end.

There was a bit of early trauma with this one.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[Wow. That's horrible.

At no response to her question, she looks concerned.]

Is there anything I can do to help?

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

[Well, as Freud suggested: What we are as adults is determined by childhood experiences. Fears included.]

Not really.

[It's muffled, since his face is buried in his arms.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Hmn....

[She's at a lost of what to do. Falling silent for a moment, she glances to the kit and decides to put it away. Once she returns, she's kneeling beside Jinx again.]

Can you... tell me what makes you happy? Or maybe...

[The Mithra trailed off, trying to think of something.]