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[haludh]

@bloomfruit : [ massage ] - to massage your muse’s shoulders and/or neck (zevran)

" this is genuinely not necessary, " the inquisitor protested and twisted the upper half of her body so she could see zevran, who was happily kneading his gentle fingers into the tense muscles along her shoulders and neck.

as an archer, she was always putting a lot of strain on her body. it was primarily along her arms, up her shoulders, over neck and down her spine. that didn't even include her hands, which ached the most. there was a balm she used for the sharp pain, yet it wasn't always enough. the distant ache would always be there, it was one of the more constant and predictable things in her ever-changing life.

with the softest huff, she sits back down and lets him work on her overly tense body.

[tewwor]

gen interaction call ( always accepting ) — @bloomfruit

Nothing out of the ordinary's happened. Cleanup duty carried on as per usual — just the one today, thank goodness. Some sort of treat was scoped out immediately after. None of that organ matter and gristle sits right on the tongue no matter how many times she consumes such. An entire crate's worth of Honeycrisp apples had been acquired for her troubles. She even made it here in search of good company.

And yet ... She feels as if her entire world's come to an abrupt stop. Some sort of self-imposed halting point that'd been sliced open by a parring knife. Blade against the flesh of a half cored apple — straight through to the skin of her palm.

Ironic, isn't it? How she deals with so much blood on the daily but still feels sickened by the mere reminder. And, perhaps, if she'd been more truthful to herself today, Kingfisher would be able to give herself some grace. Yet as it stands, she's only able to shudder out a clipped laugh.

Hollow and bland.

Still, she smiles a water thin, meek little thing, but it's still a smile nevertheless. "Sorry, hon— could I trouble you for a bandaid? Should'a known better than to cut up slices with just my hands, but I got myself good." As if on cue, the first droplet of blood runs free off the curve of her hand.