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[erbe]

You're still my hidden ace. I can't reveal you yet.

[She has a lot of thick hair he'll have to work through, but that's fine. As long as she keeps her eyes above his waist she's sure not to panic.]

[clochafarmore]

[ He does have an impressive chest, so maybe that's not even all that safe either! He keeps working at her hair in long strokes, working the shampoo in as he listens to her. ]

You always like to have plans within plans, don't you? Probably a good thing I'm not in charge, I'd already be at their front door, you know?

[erbe]

[IT'S SAFER THAN HIS DONG]

Ugh, yeah... you'd probably already have us killed.

[She slumps a little against him. Soft cheek squishing against his broad chest as she turns her head somewhat.]

[clochafarmore]

[ IS IT? ]

Pfft. No faith in me at all.

[ He chides her with a shake of his head and then sinks his fingers in, massaging her scalp. A gentle, persistent pressure from her temples to the top of her head to the base of her skull and then along her neck, against her spine. ]

How am I supposed to deal with that?

[erbe]

Prove me wrong... by being a g-good...

[She can't finish. The impromptu massage feels too good accompanied by the warm water and the comforting smell of soap washing away all the terribly metallic sensations that blood brings. With each little bubble she's further away from harm and closer to being clean and in bed.

It pulls her guard down a bit.]

[clochafarmore]

That depends on what you mean by "good".

[ He almost purrs the words as he says them and then eases her back a bit so he can rinse the shampoo out of her hair. The water plasters that dark hair of hers against her skin and his eyes skim over her face for a moment before he draws her back out of the stream of water - and leans down to nose in against her cheek with a little huff of exhaled air. ]

Because I can think of a few ways, Master.

[erbe]

You do remember I'm tired and was seriously injured, right? You plan on doing all the work?

[God, she probably can't even be in certain positions. But... really, she doesn't mind indulging him as long as her wounds don't open back up. It could be a good distraction from... literally everything that just happened.

But if he gets to rowdy she'll be pulling at his ear.]

[clochafarmore]

I don't mind doing it.

[ He snorts and flashes a grin, his own hair splayed out and sticking to his skin from all of the water. ]

Besides, I can give a little bit of mana back, right?

[ Look, he has a reputation, but he really can be gentle when he wants to be. ]

[erbe]

...Can you?

[Honestly her brain isn't functioning at 100% right now. She wants some food and a nice sleep, but the possibility of getting some mana back (short term) so she can provide him with more mana (long term) actually sounds like a swell idea at the moment.]

[clochafarmore]

...I mean it should work both ways, right?

[ Look, he's not mage or anything but he's pretty sure that's how it works. He settles his chin on her head and wraps her up in his arms, tugging her a bit closer. ]

Although maybe you do just want to sleep...

[erbe]

If you're just saying that to make me beg for the mana I will just go to sleep.

[Though if she were to accept his mana it'd... have to be inside for her to get a reasonable amount.]

[clochafarmore]

I'm being sincere!

[ For once. Although she's right, it would have to be inside her. ]

I'm not about to force you into anything, Master.

[ Give him a little credit. ]

[erbe]

No, [she grumbles] but I wouldn't put it past you to tease me.

[clochafarmore]

I thought you liked being teased.

[ He gives her a mock pout and then pull back so he can lean back in and nose against her cheek. ]

Or do I have you all wrong?

[erbe]

[He keeps nuzzling her like a dog! Truly the hound of Ulster.]

Maybe you do. I suppose there's only one way to find out.

[clochafarmore]

[ He truly is. ]

Mmm. I guess so.

[ ANd then he straightens and reaches over to turn off the water. ]

Let's get you off your feet first, huh?

[ There's a towel here right? He snags it and starts drying her hair with a little grin. ]

[erbe]

D-don't dry my hair like that! You'll ruin it!

[Rin huffs and snags the towel from him so she can do it herself.]

[clochafarmore]

[ He just laughs and leaves her to it - but he does dry himself with another towel and then work on the rest of her body. Nice, smooth strokes with a fluffy towel to wick away the water and hopefully leave her refreshed. Look, he can pamper someone when he wants to! ]

[erbe]

[Wow, he really is trying to be a good boy, isn't he? Rin finishes delicately towel-drying her hair and decides to drape the towel over his head.

To tousle-dry his hair as a joke.]

[clochafarmore]

[ That earns a laugh and he ducks his head to let her dry him, getting a little close (or a lot close, really) so he can bump noses with her. ]

Aw, you do care.

[erbe]

[So close! She retreats a couple inches and averts her eyes.]

You're mine, after all. I have to take responsibility.

[clochafarmore]

[ Booo. He lets her go with a grin. ]

Isn't that my line...?

[ Whatever. He stands again and scoops her up - towel and all. ]

Off to bed, then, hmm?

[erbe]

[BUT SHE HASN'T EATEN YET... Well, this is fine. She'll just. Make sure to settle in a way that doesn't hurt. Which is a little difficult, but workable.]

Your line? How so? You're the Summon Servant.

[clochafarmore]

[ If she wants to eat she can always tell him! Sheesh! ]

And you're the dignified little lady. Aren't I supposed to be the one taking responsibility...?

[ He's still carrying her (and those pajamas now), though. Out the door, down the hall, a grin on his face. ]

[erbe]

[The grin is both charming and irritating all at once. How does he do that?]

I suppose either way doesn't matter at this point.