Shenanigans!

[phaselocknroll]

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[nostalgiabomb]

Mister Productive, that's me.

[ He leans forward, pulling his knees up a little to rest his elbows on them. ]

We should probably find a new place to hide out, right? Keep the Order off our scent.

[phaselocknroll]

Eat something, first. It may not seem it, but we're quite the distance from that town. We have some time, and I'd rather not travel until you're completely ready.

[nostalgiabomb]

I'm ready whenever you are. Safer to stay on the move, right?

[phaselocknroll]

If I recall, someone had a difficult time just walking a moment ago.

[nostalgiabomb]

I didn't have trouble walking. [ For a moment, based on the way the corners of his mouth are drawn down and the way his eyebrows are furrowed, one might be able to call his expression petulant. ]

I had trouble standing. Difference.

[phaselocknroll]

Unless you suddenly possess the means to fly, you cannot do one without the other, Peter.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He doesn't reply, but he does grumble a little at that, something that may sound suspiciously like, ] Just had to bring logic into this.

[phaselocknroll]

Sorry to rain on your parade.

[nostalgiabomb]

You're the healer. I guess I should defer to your expertise.

Just don't want us caught unawares, that's all.

[phaselocknroll]

I guess I could carry you out of here if I had to.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ immediately: ] No thanks, I'm good.

[phaselocknroll]

Then eat some breakfast and then we shall talk about leaving.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The corner of his mouth twitches, as though he's trying to suppress a smile. ]

I didn't take you for the mother hen type.

[phaselocknroll]

[ If it looks like she went a little red there, it's only his imagination. ] I'm just looking after you, that's all.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Even if it is his imagination, he stops trying to suppress his little smirk. ]

I appreciate it, but I'm a big boy. Lived this long, after all.

[phaselocknroll]

Yes, but I would bet you didn't have an order of murderous weather wizards on your tail, either.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ That brings him up short, and his shoulders drop a little. As though on reflex, one hand gingerly touches the angry red marks on his chest. ]

... Fair enough point. Can safely say that's pretty new to me.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She frowns, watching him. ] I have something that might be able to help.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He's a little confused at first, but then he seems to realize what he's doing. ]

What, you don't think they're becoming? I hear some women find scars attractive.

[phaselocknroll]

I, uh. Not the scars- I've tried, believe me.

I meant more in the realm of protection against further attacks.

[nostalgiabomb]

What've you got in mind?

[phaselocknroll]

[ In response, her book floats off of her hip, flipping open to the desired page. ]

One of my sister gifted me a shielding spell, once. I haven't used it, but it might prove useful to you.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He glances at it, and looks a little unsure, but then-- ]

You have a sister?

[phaselocknroll]

I have several sisters, though only six of us can be on the human plane at any one time.

[ she waves the book over to him, open to a page titled The Flame of the Firehawk ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ That sounds familiar, and he thinks back on the stories he heard of Sirens, when it finally clicks. Right, the other Sirens. Sisters. Makes sense.

For a second he just stares at the page, still looking unsure, then he glances up. ]

I dunno if I have the knack for this kinda stuff.