[ it takes hours to snap out of the fugue the basement put her into, but only seconds to sort out her priorities. she needs to check on people - a lot of people, as it turns out. what's wrong with her? is it the stellaron inside her? why would she...
but she can worry about that later. right now, the most important part is what she's doing right now - knocking at dan heng's door. ]
[time is hard. this is certainly after he's had playtime with old monster husbands, but other things may slot in later. in any case, he's most definitely fully recovered at this point, likely more worn out than anything. but he rolls out of his (newly remade) bed, having finished cleaning up quite recently.
[ he's in one piece, yes- but a smaller piece than she's used to. his arm hasn't fully grown back in, yet, a stump ending a few inches past his left elbow. which would probably make her feel bad-
-if she weren't immediately distracted by just how naked he is. ]
Ah.
[ a beat. a full, three second beat, where her eyes slowly go from his face down past his abs. ]
[his cocks are neatly tucked away behind a cute little slit, at this point, so he could almost pass for ken-dolling it. but he flushes, belatedly, and steps back.]
[ it's less about the genitalia and more... you know. the everything. sorry, dan heng. she's starting to figure out how to evaluate hotness. ]
Right. [ she steps in, but doesn't move to sit down anywhere. if anything, she hovers by the door - like she might be asked to leave at any moment. ] ...it's healing well.
[ that's... not the word she was expecting. not what she would have used, given the newly-rewrapped bandages around her left eye. then again, given the way she's watching dan heng go, she might not have used words to begin with. ]
[putting on underwear one-handed is, he is discovering, Difficult. especially when it is not designed to accommodate his tail. she's getting a hell of a view.]
...Oh, there wasn't really an opportunity to explain. I heal all wounds, eventually, provided an injury doesn't kill me.
[pauses, left side of his boxers held up to his hip while the rest just kind of hangs pathetically. real coppertone energy here. glances over his shoulder.]
[ she provides as sturdy a foundation as she can, waits for him to ask something of her. and when he just leans down, resting his head on her shoulder-
she just deflates. ]
...wouldn't you be?
[ there's no sense in trying to deny it. she's not the most emotional member of the crew, she knows that, but- she feels like she's a bit justified, here. ]
[ for once, stelle's voice raises a notch. words get stuck in her throat, impassioned, a pitch she's not used to wielding. she takes a deep breath, exhales, and it's clearly audible just how shaky she sounds. ]
...just because you were willing then doesn't mean you'll always be. I'm worried about- the next time.
[ she lets him catch her, and though her eyes slip away for a moment she even willingly looks up to him. right now, more than ever, she wants to cooperate with dan heng. ]
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