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[ the rising stones does not yet feel like home.

but then, nothing has, since leaving sharlayan. alisaie's journeys alone have taken her to the ends of eorzea and back, most nights spent in inns or sleeping in the grass beneath a blanket of stars, but now she has a steady place of business, a bed she can sleep in every single night. she had grown so accustomed to life on the road that she had all but forgotten what it was like to have a single space for herself. being fixed in one place for so long has felt.. strange, after all of her travels, and she knows they will be on the move soon enough - the ship to the far east is being prepared as we speak - she nevertheless feels restless.

even still, she knows she should enjoy the quiet while it lasts.

it's a bit late, the rising stones is all but deserted, and alisaie sits alone at a table with a cooling cup of tea and a plate of shortbread cookies, lost in thought.

she's glad to be a scion. proud to be one. yet fitting into a group had never been particularly easy for her, and she's still.. struggling, a bit, in getting to know everyone. many of the archons she is already familiar enough with, but the scions are made up of many more people than the archons, and it has been a bit of a struggle for her to learn to ingratiate herself with so many people. but she has learned much since delving into bahamut's coils, come to appreciate her fellow man that much better, and she is determined to earn her place here no matter what she must do. still, she enjoys these quiet moments, when most have retired to bed and she can be alone with her thoughts and a nice cup of tea.

but her alone time, it seems, is fated to be cut short. the doors from seventh heaven burst open and alisaie jumps in her seat with a start, turning to find a roegadyn man hurrying inside with a blonde hyur slumped against his side, struggling to walk. at once she is on her feet. ]

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[ of course it's a compliment. alisaie gives him a quizzical glance, though her smile is slanted. ]

You're welcome. Though I suppose I am beginning to see what you mean.

[ he's nervous as a frightened chocobo on a frozen lake; like as not he lacks the confidence to approach women, which is a shame, really, for him. alisaie ties off the bandage and steps back to survey her work, hands on her hips. ]

Though I think if you allowed yourself to relax, you would have no trouble at all with women.

[ enjoy her unsolicited advice on your love life, prompto. ]

[ To be fair, he could absolutely use it, and would sooner die than ask for it, so, fair enough. In any case, relaxing around women isn't something he's going to do anytime soon, if his flushed features are anything to go off of. But hey, it's a nice thought, isn't it?

At least he's barely noticed that she's finished dressing his wound, until she steps back. It still aches, but the sting is mostly gone and the bandages feel snug and secure. He reaches his good hand over to prod at it carefully, before giving her a thumbs up of approval. Seems like a great time to change the subject completely seamlessly!! ]

F-feels pretty good! Heh...seriously, think I owe you about thirty more "thank you's" before I'll even sorta feel like I don't owe you anymore.

[ Though he'll...try not to be too overbearing about it. He sorta has a problem with that, too. He's a lot for many people. ]

[ well, he certainly changes the subject quickly, which is.. fair, really, it's hardly any of her business. alisaie is a bit of a busybody, a family failing she's afraid, but she knows when to back off. ]

Truly, think nothing of it.

[ this is all part of the job, after all! alisaie smiles warmly, and hauls his ruined clothing away and to the end of the bed, dumping it into the hamper there. ]

I'll get you some water, but after that, you need to rest.

[ Rest in peace, Aiming Top of Dumbassery...

He nods hazily in response to her suggestion, at this point too tired to even comment on needing to thank her a thousand times, though it's still true. In truth, he's hungry, too, but he can worry about that in the morning. For now, better he just stay hydrated and then rest. Gods know his aching body needs it, and likely will for the next several days as he recovers. He'll need to find something to occupy his time while he's unable to work...

But that's a problem for tomorrow's Prompto. He manages a weary smile for her, turning his gaze up to meet her own. ]

Aye-aye, doctor. You won't find me complainin' about rest.

[ thankfully there is a sink nearby with plenty of wooden cups, so she needn't go far. alisaie turns her back to fill one of the cups with crisp, cold water before returning to the bed and pressing it into his hands. he looks about ready to drop, so it doesn't seem as if sleep will be a difficult thing for him to find tonight..

alisaie smiles. ]

Here, drink up, then lie back.

[ pulling up a stool, alisaie nonchalantly snags one of his legs and tugs it into her lap to begin working off his boots - first one, then the next. he can't very well sleep in them, and bending over is probably exceedingly painful, even after her magicks and the salve. ]

There's a linkpearl on the nightstand; should you need anything, do not hesitate to call.

[ Her bedside manner is impeccable, and even if it's just his boots instead of his whole ass shirt this time. There's something even sweeter about this, maybe because as gross as blood is, his boots are probably terribly stinky...yet she does it anyway.

All of the Scions are special and incredible, but Alisaie...well, needless to say he may be finding excuses to accompany her more soon, to attempt to pay her back for even a sliver of the kindness she has showed him tonight.

Wearing a soft smile, he carefully starts to lower himself back onto the pillows, nodding even as he has to catch his lower lip between his teeth in a wince of pain. ]

I-I won't! Heh, I-I wouldn't mind seein' you again soon!

[ ...Gods, did he really just say that? He must be more loopy from the pain than he realized. Alisaie isn't particularly known for doing a lot of socializing - she probably isn't looking forward to being bugged by him. ]

[ he sure did just say that!! but alisaie seems pleased enough by it. no, she does not go out of her way to socialize, but she is far from the prickly, aloof, cantankerous girl she was in her youth. she has done a lot of growing, a lot of learning, a lot of changing in how she interacts with people. everything is a little bit easier now.

especially with people who are naturally kind and friendly, like prompto. ]

Well, you shall see me in the morning, regardless.

[ she says, taking the blanket from the end of the bed and shaking it open, before carefully draping it over him. ]

I shall be back to change your bandages, then.

[ assuming nothing pressing arises, but things have been quiet at the rising stones as of late. ]

[ By the time she is settling the blanket over him, his eyes are already fluttering closed, a great sigh easing out of his body. Gods, he could sleep for a hundred years, and might, if left to his own devices. But Alisaie's return will mean he can't do that, and he doesn't mind it, if it means seeing her face again soon.

It's very easy for him to form crushes, but even moreso with it's on someone who just took such good care of him. ]

Lookin' forward to it. And...Alisaie? Thanks again. Seriously.

[ He's said it a hundred times already, but he can't help but say it again, to make sure it's the last thing he says to her before he falls asleep. His smile is weak and tired, but it is undeniably there, and it's for her. ]

[ it seems to her eyes that he will sleep quite well indeed, and hopefully the pain will not rouse him 'til well into the morning. the salve needs time to do its work, after all, and healing spells can go only so far to knitting wounds back together.

she will tend to him further tomorrow. ]

You are very welcome. Think nothing of it, and get some rest.

[ for now she places the cup of cold water onto the nightstand, and turns the lamp down low, until the room is comfortably dim, lit lowly by the lamps, and the fire that crackles in the hearth. once she is sure he is entirely settled, she withdraws to the door. ]

Goodnight, Prompto.