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[tranquilforest]

My deepest apologies for not being home to you. Lin Xinyao will respond as soon as possible.

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[purrtagonist]

It was out near the storm. The city's in pretty bad shape over there.

[dilapidated, rusty, basically in ruins. . . he gives his head a small shake, dispelling those images from the forefront of his mind]

[tranquilforest]

Was the damage caused by the storm itself, then?

[She unrolls her clean bandages and wraps them with neat, efficient movements around Akira's leg, just tight enough to provide some support for when he next tries to put significant weight on it.]

What else is there, at the edge of this world?

[purrtagonist]

No. It didn't look like it. It was more. . . time, thinks.

[he winces a little bit at the pressure, but otherwise stays still]

We didn't really get the chance to look beyond the ruined city and the storm itself. But I'd imagine it's more ruins, as far as the eye can see.

[tranquilforest]

This place is so big. [Not that she'd ever gone very much beyond the boundaries of the Liang empire, but with the strange new transports that the future offered.]

I wonder why they chose to settle in such a small portion of it.

[She did see that wince, Akira. But his leg is as well-wrapped as it can be for now.]

You should be able to walk on the leg, but I'll come find you tomorrow to change out the bandages and check on the healing.

[A slow, deliberate glance over him.] Are there any other injuries I should know about?

[purrtagonist]

. . . I doubt it was on purpose. They probably just. . . settled here, and then never found much of a reason to venture beyond the city boundaries.

[he plants his foot against the ground and gently pushes himself up a bit with his injured leg. putting pressure on it definitely hurts, so with a deep breath he lowers himself back into his seat. for now. . . he'll rest]

[and as for her question, there's hesitation, before he decides to continue being a good patient and rolls up his sleeves. there are a few minor scratches on his arms, but nothing nearly as deep as the wound on his leg]

[tranquilforest]

[She doesn't make any motion to stop Akira as he tests the leg, but there is a hint of knowing about her expression as he eventually subsides and shows her the rest of his injuries.]

I'm glad you didn't end up with anything more serious. [She notes as she cleans and wraps up the scratches, a far less painful process than fixing his leg had been.] I'd prescribe you some tea to help with the healing, but I'm not sure you would take it. [Also apparently people just had pills these days.]

[purrtagonist]

[oh no. . . funnily enough, her comment on his obstinate nature just gets a grin from Akira]

Depends on the kind of tea.

[HE KIDS]

No, of course I'd take it. I prefer coffee, but I like tea, too.

[tranquilforest]

[You still owe her a coffee, Akira.]

If you're not careful, I'm going to hold you to that.

[It's medicinal tea, which is almost invariably gross. Are you sure...]

Especially since you won't be able to run off for a little while.

[She's kidding right? Totally kidding.]

[purrtagonist]

[he has coffee beans now!! and a percolator!!]

. . . why am I suddenly nervous. . .