Is that a promise? Regardless, it makes Quinn’s heart flutter. If not for being carried, he may have swooned. The Orlesian didn’t help at all. For the longest time, Quinn can only stare up at Cedric with a deepening blush. Would it be appropriate to flirt back? Did Cedric even flirt, or had he simply stated a fact? Quinn’s mind races a mile a minute. “Ah. Then it’s good you are mon chevalier en armure brilliante,” he finally returns, something that can be taken as flirting or a statement of fact. Either way, it doesn’t lessen Quinn’s blush and he is extremely grateful to finally arrive at the healers.
Adan isn’t at all surprised to see the clumsy Inquisitor again, though his mode of transportation is odd. But who is he to judge? Adan directs the two to a chair and promptly gets to work on Quinn’s ankle. Quinn keeps his eyes on the healer’s work, too embarrassed to look at Cedric. Only when Adan wraps his ankle and tells him to take it easy today does Quinn chance a glance. The Inquisitor slowly gets to his feet and tests his weight. The pain isn’t too severe, but walking long distances will be a problem. No fieldwork for a while, then. At least that means he can catch up on some reading.
Quinn limped over to Cedric and the door. “Ah. Thank you for bringing me here. Um. Could I trouble you to help me back to my room. You -ah- don’t need to carry me this time but ah… I’d appreciate it if you kept good on your promise,” he smiles shyly, looking up at the taller man through his lashes.
blue eyes glance down to the man he held in his arms, his smile widening with each glance, pride swelling in his stomach at the very sight of the man’s brightening blush. and then came those words. his smile grows to a grin, chuckling, cheeks color with a light blush. tongue peaks out to lick his lips -- eyes averting elsewhere in order to gather his thoughts. now cedric certainly wasn’t expecting that.
gentle arms help place quinn back onto his feet, large hands upon the inquisitor’s shoulders as his head turns, nose softly nudging beneath his ear. “ mais oui, mon inquisiteur. ” cedric whispers, his voice low and sultry. “ je suis votre chevalier en armure brilliante. ” he stands upright, grinning as he watches the healer take quinn deeper within the hut.
he looms by the door, arms crossed over his chest, grey blue eyes carefully studying the blonde upon the chair, the smile having yet to leave his lips. his stare lingers as quinn limps over to him, gaze lowering to his wrapped ankle, chuckling at those words. perhaps, being apart of the inquisition would prove...interesting after all. “ but of course, inquisiteur. ” cedric leans down, quickly gathering the small man in his arms once more, legs held into the crook of his arm, holding him close to his chest as he had before. “ this is best. ” comments the chevalier, glancing to quinn’s ankle. “ for the ankle. ”
cedric grins, moving with ease out the door and towards the herald’s quarters.
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