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Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

No...

[he doesn't fight her, or anything. he barely seems to notice, until he's suddenly off the ground--and even then, he just looks sluggishly up at the dirty florescent lights. but the threads he left behind begin to dissolve and disappear on their own, which must be a good sign.]

He lives with me. I have to carry him...

[the door is ajar, just a little, even though she didn't leave it like that. Robin continues to talk, as if recalling a distant dream he can barely remember.]

I hate it, most of the time, but sometimes I kind of think... Maybe it wasn't all his fault. Maybe... He was just sick, you know...? ...No one loved us, so maybe when he thought that his friends were going to leave him, he... got scared.

[child_of_bhaal]

[Lifting a full grown adult is not easy. It takes focus, and she's not going to be able to keep him up indefinitely. But for the moment, she gets him out from the tub, and braces her stance to keep him supported, because he kind of said no to sleeping, and she's not putting him on the floor.]

It's not an excuse though. You don't hurt people because you don't want them to leave. That's not how friendship works.

[She glances around, shifts her hold a little, and realizes that she's still holding that shard of mirror in her fist. It's long since cut into her palm, and she barely noticed, being focused on Robin and his well being to worry about her own. Now that she's aware of it, she can feel the sting, and the slow, wet slide of blood trickling down through her fingers.]

Can I please take you into the other room, Robin? This is no place for you to be, and I can't hold you like this for very long.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[her words are echoing softly off the tile walls and hard floor, but it doesn't quite muffle the sound of the drip. drip. drip. coming off of her hand. it hardly matters, though. the room's already a mess, what's a little more blood?

at her plea, Robin finally seems to find some autonomy, grabbing at the back of her shirt and pulling himself up just enough to look her in the eye. she can see his roots where his dye's leaked away from his hair... it's white, ghost white. just like the child outside.]

...Okay. But you'll... leave.

[child_of_bhaal]

[Oh that's comfy, getting choked a bit by her own shirt collar, when he pulls on the back of it. But she doesn't complain. Not out loud. She might have winced a little, just with one eye.]

I'll stay until I'm forced out the door. I swear on my own blood.

[She'd have said 'cross my heart' but she can't just now, so that's close enough.

With his permission, she starts carefully caring him out of the room. No, she definitely hadn't left the door ajar, but she's not going to look that particular gift horse in the mouth at this second. She'll just bump it open with her foot. And then walk as best she can sideways into the other room. She wouldn't want to accidental knock Robin into the frame.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he makes a noncommittal sound. maybe he doesn't believe her, maybe it doesn't matter... or maybe he just doesn't have the energy to agree or disagree one way or the other. this back room will be here for a long time, even if it changes.

she leaves. the bedroom looks just the way she'd left it, though the young boy from earlier is nowhere in sight. the bed looks inviting, and Robin actually looks over at it once they're clear of the mess of tortured thoughts and strings and terrible nights.

it's nice and quiet out here. peaceful, compared to the rest.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[That the little boy is gone is not surprising. She's not an idiot. She makes questionable choices yes, but she is not an idiot.

She doesn't have the strength, or the height, to gracefully put him on the bed. Mostly she just tries to ease his legs down, then lever him to sit on the side of it. The muscles in her biceps and forearms feel shaky from having kept that sustained carry for so long.

Oh and there's her hand, still wrapped around that piece of mirror, still bleeding. Now that she can do something about it, she peels her fingers away, shoves the glass piece into her pocket (such a safe place to put that).

All of that is an after thought though. She's paying more attention to Robin, than to what she's doing with her bleeding hand. She doesn't sit beside him, but she kind of hovers close.]

Are you hurt at all?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[if he's at all bothered by his placement, he doesn't seem to mind. he was useless in the bathroom, but sitting on the bed seems to give him some... it's hard to say what it is, but it feels like he's somewhere right again. he can sit up under his own power, even if his expression is devoid of any feeling other than exhaustion.

he says nothing to her, but he reaches up slowly to take her bleeding hand and look at the cut she's gone and driven into her palm...]

[child_of_bhaal]

[It's actually more than one cut. A long slice along her palm and then again, cuts are along the bottom of get fingers, from where she'd folded them over the uneven edge of the glass, protecting him from getting cut accidentally. They're deep enough that they bleed, but not so much that they gush. It looks like it probably hurts.

It does. But, well, it's no big deal to her.]

It's nothing. You don't have to worry about me. We should take care of you.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

What if I don't want to be taken care of?

[the question almost comes curiously, quiet, as his focus stays on her cuts. her hand begins healing all on its own--maybe not surprising for someone used to healing magic, though the exact process seems to be that her own blood is subtly stitching her skin back together.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[If she were paying attention, she'd find this incredibly fascinating. Thousands of questions would ensue.

But her attention is on him, not her hand]

Not wanting to be cared for doesn't mean you don't need it.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I'm not supposed to need anything.

[but maybe she has a point. with her hand healing itself, blood disappearing back into her cuts, Robin lets it drop and sets his own hands in his lap. he looks blearily up at her.]

But I... guess I am pretty tired.

[child_of_bhaal]

Everyone needs.

[With the blood gone, well that is just impressive. She smiles at him, friendly and a bit affectionate. He's good people.]

Rest. I'll keep watch.