Prisoner of Passion || closed
manymusesofsaria:
It was a bit of a surprise to her that he turned down her offer of healing. “Not many turn down an offer of being healed by a phoenix” She mused, wiping her hands off on a rag, ignoring the numbness in her fingers due to the thick paste. She got to her feet then, gathering up the supplies to put away for later. “Here. I’m not sure if you would want to wear a tunic or not, but I managed to find one that would fit.” She spoke, passing it off to him.
It was one of the tunics she slept in, large, roomy, and soft. It was rather masculine in design, so it was rather fitting for him. “I’ll fetch you something to eat. You must be starving.” She ran a hand through her hair then “If you would like, you can come and make sure I don’t put anything in it. Or you can wait here and use your magic to check.” She folded her hands in front of herself, waiting a moment. “How does soup sound? I have some left from dinner….”
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“Not many have been tortured by Phoenixes for Norns know how long.” Loki replied while raising one eyebrow at her. He did accept the tunic however and put it on carefully so as not to reopen any of his wounds. He felt a bit better once he was completely dressed although he didn’t relax since he was still waiting for her to reveal the trap in all this.
“Soup is fine.” He answered, making no move to follow her. he had been wondering if she’d noticed him testing everything and it appeared so. No matter, he hadn’t actually been trying to hide what he was doing. While she was getting the food he would sit down again to allow his body to rest. He wasn’t showing it but he was ready to pass out from exhaustion.
A small sigh escaped her at that and she shook her head slightly. ''You were tortured by gryphons. While I didn't expect my people to do such a thing, I knew they were more fighters than healers. Phoenixes never willingly hurt anyone." She explained.
With a small nod when he said soup was fine, she started towards the small room that acted as a kitchenette of sorts. Ever since the loss of her mother, she had taken to remaining in her room more and more, at least when it came to any chance of being close to her father. She didn't want to hear him prattle on about things she could care less about. Things she did care about, were completely brushed off when she offered advice. She didn't see the point of even being there with him of he was planning on ignoring everything she said.
She returned quickly with a bowl of soup, a pitcher of water, and some honey wine if he wanted it. "Once you're finished eating, I suggest trying to rest some. You can use the bed. I don't mind sleeping on the couch." She spoke softly. "But if you don't feel like sleeping, you are more than welcome to find a book to read. I have plenty."
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