#A Bathing Ape In Luke Warm Water

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Dalmar’s Folly

Log date: 12/31/17

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I had just returned home from the Grindstone after a well fought loss. It felt undeserved, despite how long the battle went on for... but even still, I had little room to complain. At least I had not been kicked out after the first round again. Returning north, I made way to our House’s infirmary to treat my bruises. While light, I still needed to remain in top form... especially with all that had been going on as of late...

Dalmar Ferrera arrived into the infirmary in near-silence.  A stark difference from the clomping-stomping arrival he was typically known for.  Blood welled terribly from a number of wounds, the worst of which seemed to be about his torso.  It was clear that he'd been wounded awhile before he sought out help, considering the advanced state of his disarray.  He took it upon himself to collapse in a bed.

Carina De'bayle: "Hestia, honey," Carina calls as she enters into the infirmary, "sorry that took so long, I was-" Carina audibly gasps as she turns, spotting a young man instead of the half-Elezen girl. Practically biting her tongue, she quickly waddled her pregnant self over to him, "good gods, what happened to this poor man?! Hello?"

Adelise De'bayle stands from her her bed, Carina having caught her attention. Turning the corner, she spotted Dalmar proned on the bed. Exposed on her were numerous bruises, and her gruesome scar looking just as unattractive as usual. "Dalmar?!"

Dalmar Ferrera twists his head slightly, and elects to respond in a chipper crook.  "Hello.  I don't mean t'burden you with my dyin' and all.  I'm a friend of Adelise's and I was under the impression this was a good place t'go about bleedin' out." He seemed in good spirits, despite the crimson that stained the fabric below.

Carina De'bayle: "I am going to take with your reponse that this is true. Hydaelyns sake, Adelise go and fetch me some more potions immediately. We need treat this man!" She orders out in a bark, turning her burned visage back onto the man as she placed a gentle hand to him, "Dalmar was it? Sweety, I am going to need you to try and roll on your back for me, please..."

Adelise De'bayle nods to Carina, quickly wandering off.

Dalmar Ferrera shifted slightly, but doesn't obey the woman's order.  "I figure y'want to probably start on that..." He suggests.  Where a welling of blood was hidden beneath the ebon of his coat, the head of an arrow had been broken off into his back.  "I... uh."  His tone slurred, "S'like..."  There was a weakness to his tone, as he began to drift away.

Carina De'bayle: "Hey, hey, hey!" Carina snaps at him, her softer tone being replaced by one with more sharpness. "There will be no dying today!" Taking a deep breath, Carina lowered her hands to Dalmar to remove his coat and top carefully. Then moving to remove the bloodied arrow head lodged in his back with her bare hands, she tossed it off onto the floor before setting her hands to his back. "Deep breaths Carina... deep breaths," she said aloud to herself as the faintest of green light seeped out from under her palms and fingers. She needed to at least keep this man in this realm. While she anticipated the healing to immediately take its toll on her, much to her own surprise she held surprisingly well. More aether pooled into him as the wound began to slowly heal, the woman blinking in some wonder.

Adelise De'bayle finally returns with an armful of potions, quickly moving to set them onto the table that resided next to the bed. "M-Mother!" she cried out, "you will hurt yourself! Please, allow me!" She quickly tried to move and push Carina aside.

Dalmar Ferrera had drifted into some rather comfortable thoughts, as opposed to the previously assured afterlife that had been vying firmly for his addition.  His form churns under the attention, clearly having never been under the effects of a proper medical procedure.

Carina De'bayle held steady against Adelise's pushing, "quit it, Hestia!" Carina snaps toward the young woman. "I understand your fear, but... something is different," she looks down at the pool of aether flowing from her fingers, "this... power. It's not my own," she says quietly, some awe coming over her.

Adelise De'bayle: "What do you mean not..." Adelise pauses, her eyes widening. Eyes dropping toward the other woman's belly, Adelise looked back to Dalmar with a surprised expression. "I-I see... what should I do?"

Carina De'bayle: "I removed the arrow head in his back. The healing provided should definitely keep him alive. I think it's time we turn him around and see to treating his other wounds as well. Go onto that side, we will turn him together.

Dalmar Ferrera was quite ignorant to a vast quantity of subjects, particularly those regarding aether.  Even with the arrowhead removed, however, he was wounded.  Right arm, stabbed.  Left heel, grazed.  Right thigh, sliced.  He was, however, more pliable to Carina's demands.  His form twisted and flopped unto his front.

Adelise De'bayle moved to the other side of the bed, helping to latch onto the man's arm. Without much of Carina's help, she forcefully turned the man onto his back with near all her strength, her biceps bulging from under her skin in the process. "Ah good, good..." she murmurs as the man was able to provide her some aid in turning his body. "Let us just..." she began removing more of his clothing, down to his briefs!

Dalmar Ferrera wasn't really in any position to argue his case, but there was a weak flush that crept through his features as he was suddenly laid near-bare.

Carina De'bayle: "Alright, get us a rag and some water so we can clean him up. I will continue closing some of his wounds. Your brother seems to be particularly helpful today," Carina grins proudly, scooting around to the other side to take a hold of Dalmar's right arm and begin healing it slowly but surely.

Adelise De'bayle: "Ah... okay," Adelise frowns, her eyes dropping toward Carina's belly again. Looking down at her own hands, the young woman simply tightened her lips and turned to walk away.

Dalmar Ferrera had been in a fight belonging to some misintent.  The wounds were formed from knives, and bows, all at close range.  "I ain't meanin' to make a mess." Dalmar's voice rose in a weak drawl from his throat, not quite sure who had a grip on him at the moment.  Only that they had a warm touch.

Carina De'bayle: "There is no need to apologize, Dalmar," Carina soothed out to him in her hoarse voice. Once the injury on his arm but had all but heeled, the woman moved to begin working on his legs.

Adelise De'bayle returns with a pale of luke-warm water. Setting it down on the end table, Adelse dipped the rag in before bringing to slowly begin wiping Dalmar down.

Dalmar Ferrera twitched and jerked beneath Carina's ministration.  It was not something borne from pain as much as purely based out of mental stigma.  To be touched without harmful intent was a frightful experience for the Rogue, even despite their best intentions.  Green eyes peeled open at the bathing, but other than a walleyed look, he didn't complain.

Adelise De'bayle was sure to hold Dalmar steady, certain he didn't lash out at Carina at any point. Continuing to wipe him down, she eventually got another rag to soak in the water, before applying a healing salve to it and begin wiping down with that.

Carina De'bayle eventually rose her hands, the pool of aether coming from her ceasing. Blinking at her bloodied hands, Carina wiggled her fingers as though to see if she felt anything wrong. "Amazing..." she laughed in awe. "Dalmar, are you able to hear me at all? The worst of your wounds have been closed. Though they are still very much so present. The potions I have should be able to help mend most of them more, but I will not be able to prevent scarring."

Dalmar Ferrera teeth found his lower lip in response.  He could almost feel his vigor return with the healing of his wounds, but his agitation only seemed to mellow from there.  As his damage became less deathly, he seemed more keen on staying still.  "Ch'yeah, I hear you." He responded, cracking a green eye.  "Scars ain't nothin' to me, anyhow.  S'just character."

Carina De'bayle smiled down to him, her own face disfigured by horrible burn scars. "You are telling me," she laughs. "You might have to wait a few more moons to thank your healer. I fear he is not currently around."

Adelise De'bayle: "Onto your back Dalmar, I need wipe there."

Dalmar Ferrera gives Adelise a wet cough in response, before flopping gracelessly back onto his stomach.  Eyes raked about for the source of his savior, "Y'mean they left?" He doesn't quite get it, clearly.  "Well.  Whoever y'are, thanks." He murmurs to Carina.  "Saved this witness ape t'live another day."

Adelise De'bayle wipes down the mans back where blood lay and the remnants of his injury remained. Setting aside the dirty rags, she motioned a finger, "think you are well enough to get up? Or will you need some help. I wish to transfer you to a clean bed. I can carry you if you turn on your back."

Dalmar Ferrera didn't seem overly keen on the idea of being carried, so quite quickly he'd begin curling his weight beneath him.  Grunting and groaning with all the grace of a sack of spriggans, "Y-yeah, I'm good t'walk." He huffs weakly, moving to set his soles on the floor.

Adelise De'bayle reaches to wrap her arms around the mans shoulders, providing him something to apply his weight on as she lead him to the clean bed.

Dalmar Ferrera: "I ain't got to lie down all limp, do I?" Dalmar furls his brows at the bespeckled woman with something of a searching expression.

Carina De'bayle: "Only if you want to!" Carina chirps out in a far happier tone, clearly pleased the man was no longer dying. "I am going to ask that you drink a potion or two though, it will help with the soreness and bruising, but it will not too much about the damaged tissue I fear."

Adelise De'bayle wanders off to go fetch said potions, returning back to offer them to Dalmar.

Dalmar Ferrera brought his knees up a little closer to his chest in something of a more defensive posture, with his back to the partition.  "Ch'yeah, I didn't figure y'could seal me up all good n'new.  I'm real happy t'still be 'round, though."  A palm was pressed to one eye as potions were pressed into his hands, "I can pay y'for the treatment, I just got to get to my pants."

Carina De'bayle: "Hm. As much as I am willing to accept such, you are a friend of... Adelise's. I could not take payment without a heavy heart. A pleasure to mee you though! I am Carina, Countess of the House," she smiles, waving a bloody hand to him.

Adelise De'bayle: "What on Hydaelyn did you get yourself into," Adelise asks in an exasperated tone.

Dalmar Ferrera stiffens as Carina introduces herself, especially considering his state of advanced undress.  "I... uh!" He stammers, colour blossoming in his features.  "Dalmar... Ferrera." He almost wheezes in the most polite introduction that he could muster, biting his bottom lip.  His eyes settled more comfortably on Adelise's, "Job went bad, I guess."

Carina De'bayle simply smiles warmly toward the man's apparent discomfort, allowing for Adelise to speak to him for the time being.

Adelise De'bayle: "Job wen bad, huh? You came in here practically dead! That is a little more than bad," she huffs out, placing her hands over her wide hips. "At least you came here. Gods only know where you might have ended up elsewhere!"

Carina De'bayle: "Adelise," Carina 'tsks' out. "Not so harsh on the man dear, I think the last thing he needs is a lecture!" Carina chides herself, pking and elbows to the young woman's side.

Adelise De'bayle grimaces some as Carina hits her bruised side, her teeth gritting in the process.

Carina De'bayle: "Oops! Sorry, sweetheart."

Dalmar Ferrera flicks his gaze hurriedly between the two women.  "Dyin' is pretty bad."  He huffs, before his eyes more comfortably move back to Carina.  "With all due n'just respect, M'Lady. Adelise is probably right.  That bein' said, I'm a master of gettin' into dumb trouble."

Carina De'bayle: "Aren't we all?" She smirks, "thankfully for you, you had the pleasure of being our next best healers first patient! I am quite happy you made it out of this in one piece. Though, you will need to drink those potions you have there," her expression lightens, a permanent smile fixed there, "fair warning: they are quite foul tasting. Do try not to lose your dinner."

Adelise De'bayle can only pout, her brows furrowed in annoyance as she crosses her arms and steps aside some.

Dalmar Ferrera furls his brows, never having been one to trust strange substances.  The woman before him seemed to have a trustworthy sort of air, at least.  "I didn't even eat dinner, s'no harm." He states with a flippant grin, before downing the first of the draughts.  The grin did not last long, as colour drained from his features.  "HRrk." He muffles behind a forearm.

Carina De'bayle: "I tried to warn you!" She said out in a cheery tone, waving up a finger. Eventually she rested her hands over her rounded belly, continuing to watch the man with a close gaze. "One more! You can do it!"

Dalmar Ferrera held down whatever forest berries he'd scavenged with the brief encouragement.  Without letting the first malinger for too long, he downs the second.  His reaction was no better, judging by the wet coughs he stifles into the crook of his elbow.

Carina De'bayle turns to plop her fat self down at the edge of his bed, reaching a soothing hand up to rub at his back. "There, there. I know it tastes bad. We will get you some water to help wash it down. At least it is distracting from the pain, no?"

Adelise De'bayle turns on her heels to do just that, making way to fetch Dalmar a glass of water and returning to offering him it.

Dalmar Ferrera gives an unenthusiastic nod, although he nearly jerks away from the helpful woman's touch.  There was a noticeable tense to his form at the contact.  When Adelise returns, he'd hurriedly gulp down the water in an attempt to wash down the draught and the taste it brought.  "Bleugh.  Y'weren't kiddin'."

Adelise De'bayle narrows her stare dangerously toward the man as he jerks at Carina's touch, practically offended for the woman. Taking a firm seat, Adelise crossed one leg over the other, keeping up her disapproving glare.

Carina De'bayle hardly seemed bothered by the man's response. Simply removing her hand, she rested her scarred fingers over her round belly. "Never am! Unless I am, but I believe then it is obvious! You really should be more careful, injuries such as these can have a lasting effect."

Dalmar Ferrera folds his arms over his chest in a vaguely protective motion, anxious for his nakedness.  "I ain't really one for bein' careful." He murmurs, "Guess I should start now, huh?  Few scars don't hurt, though.  Ladies love the scars." He states, unconvincingly parroting a phrase he likely heard elsewhere.

Adelise De'bayle: "Do they?" Adelise says disapprovingly, "would you care for me to fetch you a fresh pair of clothes?"

Carina De'bayle snickers some, pressing a hand to her disfigured cheek, "I suppose in my suns of romances, women did not seem to mind mine," she winks.

Adelise De'bayle: "Mo-moth-!" Adelise grits her teeth, practically biting her tongue off. "M-My Lady! That is hardly appropriate!!"

Dalmar Ferrera seems to take affirmation in Carina's statement, "See?  I am right!" His vigor appears to have returned to some degree, whether from the draughts or the magic.  "I uh... I mean, I could wear my old clothes."

Adelise De'bayle can only sigh in some disgust, shaking her head. "They are dirty, bloodied and torn. I am going to have to strongly advise against such. I will get you some," she stands with a huff, marching out.

Dalmar Ferrera: "Tough crowd."

Carina De'bayle and only wave a hand, "she is a tough cookie. Not sure where she gets it from," she snorts out a ridiculous laugh, "but I know she has a good heart."

Dalmar Ferrera softens his expression slightly, "Yeah, I noticed.  She's a good girl."

Carina De'bayle stands, moving around wordlessly to go and clean her hands off, upon returning she glanced Dalmar over some. "You are not mixed up in the wrong crowd now, are you?"

Dalmar Ferrera gives the older woman a sort of bland look, "There really ain't a 'right' crowd for people like me t'get mixed up in, t'be frank."

Carina De'bayle: "I highly disagree! Believe me, I can probably assure you our backgrounds might not be all too different," she smiles. "Once upon a time, I was some cowering drug-dealer in Pearlane. Just trying to get by. I too, got mixed up in the wrong crowd often."

Dalmar Ferrera lofts a goldspun brow in response, "Uh-huh." He states, in some unconvinced tones.  He remained polite, though.  "I ain't really the cowerin' time, honestly.  S'orta why I end up with wounds like... y'know." He explains, "There ain't really a way out for me, though.  S'goin' to be like this until I make it, or I die."

Carina De'bayle: "Oh good! I mean, I might have cowered a lot, but that was mostly because I couldn't fight to save my own hide," she snorts, "Joseph here needed to lend me a hand more than once, but I reached a point where it began to not really matter if people hurt me. I sort of just allowed people to beat up on me. Told myself it had to make me stronger some sun. Delusional thinking that was. Life is never too bad to take back the reins. Try and keep that in mind."

Dalmar Ferrera gives the woman a purse-lipped look, as her words slightly shook the loosely-stacked building blocks that he'd stacked his life upon.  "Righ'..." He breathed in a shaky way, gnawing worriedly on his bottom lip.  "Thanks again for uh... not lettin' me bleed all over your nice place."

Carina De'bayle: "Oh, you bled quite a bit. It's all over the other bed and on the floor. But, we have had far worse. So don't you worry!" She assures him. "Sorry, I am not quite as inspirational as our Viscountess is. Fancy words have never been my specialty.”

Adelise De'bayle: "Fancy words, hm?" Adelise returns with arms full of fresh clothing. "Here you are," she says, bringing them over to set onto the bed.

Dalmar Ferrera began dressing himself almost instantly, as the clothes were laid out.  Nakedness was a weakness to the man, clearly, judging by the way he seemed more comforted in the strange clothing.  "Ain't nothin' wrong with talkin' fancy, if you've got the talent."

Adelise De'bayle smiles weakly toward this, her head shaking slightly, causing the long braid that graced her back to sway back and forth. "Your words are flattering my friend. My speech patterns come from many, many turns of pouring over books on language. Also, my own guardians dialect rubbing off on me of course."

Carina De'bayle smiled toward this, before watching as Dalmar dressed. The woman was hardly subtle about her approving stare. "Well mister Dalmar, you are more than welcome to come back here again if ever you need sanctuary from this rough'n rowdy life you find yourself in."

Dalmar Ferrera gives a weak shrug, before he started gingerly working himself up and off the bed.  "Guess y'got that to be thankful for, yeah?" He offers, resting his feet on the floor.  "If things are goin' the way that they go, I'm sure I'll have to slip back in for a stitch or two.  Hopefully nothin' quite this bad, though."

Carina De'bayle: "Are you sure you're well enough to be on your feet just yet? You know you're more than welcome to sleep here the night, and have yourself some breakfast in the morning? I will let our front desk know," she grins, walking around the two to make her exit.

Dalmar Ferrera: "Your mom's real nice.  I feel bad 'bout makin' an exit now."

Adelise De'bayle: "Ah well, she is a very persistent woman, but she certainly tries he-" Adelise practically chokes on the breath she sucks in, her teeth gritting as she looked toward the man anxiously. "T-The Countess? She... she is like a mother figure... you know. Being pregnant and all."

Dalmar Ferrera shifts and twists in the unfamiliar clothes, offering Adelise an unconvinced "Uh-huh."  He'd give her a firm look, "I should be goin', anyhow.  I ain't really about stayin' in other folks' beds.  Thanks again for... y'know.  Helpin'." He flushes again, "N'all that."

Adelise De'bayle: "O-Of course," she murmurs out, happy to immediately change the subject. "What else would I have done? You are my friend," she says out simply, as if there were no room to argue that. "I will not insist you stay like she might. Just be careful please."

Dalmar Ferrera: "A'course, hero.  Not about to go walkin' into any more knives tonight.  A quick jaunt back t'my place, and right into m'big bed." He offers, tucking behind the partition to heft his bloodied, mangled clothes.  "Y'ain't goin' to tell nobody that y'saw me in my briefs, yeah?"

Adelise De'bayle: "I mean? Does that really matter?" She asks out in confusion, "they are just briefs, I hardly care."

Dalmar Ferrera: "I care!  S'not... appropriate!"  He huffs!

Adelise De'bayle: "Do you wish to see my briefs so we can be even or something? It is just cloth!"

Dalmar Ferrera gives a single hard blink in response.  There was clear temptation for a moment before he flushed brightly and turned away, "S'fine!  I'll just... make m'way out!  Thanks again!" He states hurriedly, before moving to scamper away.

Adelise De'bayle simply rolls her eyes, "good night Dalmar."

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