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Ashmedai could barely resist a sly chuckle that rose in his throat. This girl was adorable in a way only healers seemed to be able to muster. She stammered out an explanation about healery things and changing bandages, saying he might need help changing his bandages and that maybe- of course- she could help. Ash's smile rose, "You can change my bandages anytime."

That was a lame line. He expected the girl to swat him, but was quickly reminded that this was not Kanja or Rhys. No, this was a full blooded Abaven healer through and through.

She suggested she sleep with him and briefly Ash's face fell in disbelief and maybe awe, but she explained it was to take care of him. Well this wasn't helping things. Ash tried to remind himself to reel himself in, but he- knowing the Ash in charge was full of shit- decided not to listen to him.

"Someone like you can sleep with me and take care of me any night," Ash rumbled, leaning in closer and lowing his voice. "An expert healer and a pretty girl to boot. What's to lose?"

He clearly knew what she meant and roughly rose to find a place to settle for the night.

"There's a covered brush area along that way if you wanna.... help me get over there?"

Did he really need the help? No. Would he humble himself for a little shoulder-to-shoulder time with the infatuated healer? Definitely.