⋄` ⟡ EPHRAIM.
Most befitting?
Ephraim’s fairly certain that their acquaintance was sailing smoothly until she had requested to heal his scars. Whatever exaggeration had arisen was hers to blame - but he’s met a few of these kinds of nobles in his travels. Attempting to plead his innocence would not go over well.
“—Right.”
She had straightened herself up even more as she spoke. Ephraim figures that if she had a tall enough pair of heels to equalize their height, she’d wear them.
“You already know who I am, and I you,” Ephraim starts. “So I don’t think that needs any clarifying. I guess if you refuse to treat me, I’ll just go find another healer.”
‘ p ─ pardon me ? ’
all the pleasure seems to drain from her expression as quickly as it came, leaving her blanched with an unsightly shock. ‘ ... you really can be quite rude ! my refusal is not the point - not that i had refused to treat you in the first place, at any rate, but rather, your shocking behaviour drove me to take defensive action. ’ the injustice of it all almost has her reeling ; did he not see her noble intentions, in coming to make amends ? was she not decisive enough ? ‘ honestly, ephraim. ’ l’arachel regards him sternly, if perhaps a little sullenly, palms propped firmly on her hips. ‘ it is the spirit of the reintroduction that matters : to allow bygones to be bygones. of course i know more than well enough who you are. and who i am is simply the finest healer in all the land, so to find another would be not only a foolish endeavour but an unnecessary one, thank you very much. ’















