[They reach the Hideaway's dock with no further issue, and limp side by side up to the infirmary to weather Tarja's furious lecture together. For all of her indignation, her hands are gentle as she re-bandages Dion's wounds and mixes herbs into a potion to sooth the worst of his aches.
Dion bares it with a bowed head, not trying to protest or excuse himself. It's easier that way.
Eventually, they are left alone in the twin beds in Tarja's back room. The sounds from the rest of the Hideaway are muffled by the infirmary door. There is a stillness in the room that has Dion instinctively lowering his voice when he speaks.]
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Dion bares it with a bowed head, not trying to protest or excuse himself. It's easier that way.
Eventually, they are left alone in the twin beds in Tarja's back room. The sounds from the rest of the Hideaway are muffled by the infirmary door. There is a stillness in the room that has Dion instinctively lowering his voice when he speaks.]
That could have been worse. How are you feeling?