On the Mend

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

I set the bread down and began on the other food he'd given me, my fingers squeezing his back gently. "I'm glad to be getting over it as well," I said, smiling as I picked up a forkful. "So very glad. It was a horrible illness; the worse I've ever had, I think."

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

"The people affected have all been saying that," I agreed. "And it does look painful and saddening." Noticing her rough hands I traced a finger along the back of her palm. "does this hurt?"

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

I flinched; not so much for his touch, but in realizing he noticed my hands. "No," I said immediately, looking up at him with a little smile. "At first my skin was tender, but not anymore."

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

"At least there's no more pain, and your skin will be as clear and lovely as ever in no time," I told her with a smile, continuing to stroke her temporarily rough hand. "I've seen it happen, and so long as you're not scraping off the flaking skin in your nails you've nothing to fear."

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

I was neigh mortified to have him talking about my flaking skin, and I could feel my cheeks begin to burn. "You'll have to come back, then, and see how smooth my skin is then," I offered, peeking up at him with a smile that was only half joking.

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

My look turned to one of sympathy though I didn't let go of her hand. "Smooth or rough you are as lovely as always," I assured her honestly.

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

Cheeks still aflame, I lifted his hand to my mouth, kissing his fingertips. I didn't know what to say in return; in truth, all I wanted to do was to press my lips to his, to feel his arms around me again. But not now, not with how I was. "After I'm better, would you like to come for dinner sometime?" I asked as I lowered his hand, smiling at him despite the heat in my face. "My cooking isn't as good as the woman you employ, but I'd like to try, anyway."

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

"The fact you make the effort is far more important that the outcome- which is usually far better than you predict anyway," I told her with a lighthearted laugh and general happiness at her willingness to meet even as I repressed a shudder at the faint brush of her lips. "I'll have to pray for your rapid healing so as to have it accomplished sooner."

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

I grinned a little more at him, happy to hear he'd be coming over. "I'll owe a boon to you if I heal quickly, then," I said, teasing him lightly. "I've come across a chicken dish that I want to try making... Maybe you can be my first tester," I added, my grin coming more naturally now.

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

"I'm more than willing to play the test bunny," I told her, chuckling lightly. "Your food's always been pretty good and it always gets better."

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

"Why thank you," I said with a rising grin. "Just for that, you'll get a double helping of dessert."

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

"Will it be something interesting?" I asked with a wide, innocent expression and toothy grin.

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

"It'll be something you'll not forget," I said, a slightly shy grin rising on my coloring cheeks.

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

"That's my favorite kind," I replied with a raised brow and a smile.

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

"Then you'll recieve it," I promised with the same grin. "But only if you're good before then. Any naughtiness..."

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

"What do you consider naughty?" I asked curiously. "I'd hate to do anything of that sort on accident."

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

"That," I said, my voice taking on a tone of coyness, "Is something you're going to have to figure out."

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

"That's rather cruel of you," I told her with a chuckle, lightly kissing the back of her hand. "Not even a hint?"

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

A little shiver went through me at the unexpected touch of his mouth on my hand, but my gaze on his was steady, and so was my grin. "I'm sure you can see it in me if you're getting near it."

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

"I'll have to keep an eye out then," I told her light-heartedly . "Though I still think it's a bit unfair."

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

I laughed softly. "Devon, if you weren't so tall and I wasn't so sick..." I cut off, realizing exactly what I was going to say. I shut my mouth, fumbling for something to cover my flub up with. "Are you still hungry?" I asked, putting my plate down on the table.

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

"What does being tall have to do with it?" I asked slyly, then shook my head to her next question as I waited for an answer to my own.

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

"It means you have more room to fill than I do," I said with a cheeky grin as I took up my glass and sipped at it. Sweet Elua, he looked wonderful.

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

"Oh really?" I asked with a raised brow, though my expression was playful and jesting. "I don't think that's what you meant at all."

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

"What do you think I meant then?" I asked, my smile growing from behind the rim of my mug.

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

"But I'm only a simple tavern keeper," I told her innocently, eyes flashing as my grin widened. "All that thinking will give me a headache."

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

"Then maybe we should stop talking about it to save you from that headache," I murmured, eyes flashing in amusement as I took another sip of my tea.

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

I understood that either her modesty was at stake or she was trying to egg me on; chuckling softly I nodded and took a sip. "Forgive my curiosity then- I was only a poor, confused and somewhat attractive man," I teased in return.

[Myth Celebrantè (D)]

"Somewhat attractive?" I asked, setting the cup down next to my plate. I curled my knees up as I smiled at him, shaking my head slightly. "I think you underestimate yourself."

[Devon Kirasic(H)]

"It is possible," I conceded, shifting just a bit closer to her though not uncomfortably so. "Though not being as lovely as yourself may put things into perspective a bit for me."