twist my leg why don't you

Hanzō · 10-28-2020, 03:40 PM

The healer had come and gone, tended to Venom the best she could before returning to the Armada. There was only so much to be done, it was the sort of injury that would take a lot of time to mend regardless of what herbs and ointments she was given. But if nothing else the pain would be dulled, quiet and manageable so she could focus on a swift recovery. He doubted she'd like it but she'd have to get used to being bed bound for some time, it was a harsh and inescapable truth, the sooner she accepted it the better. Hattori on the other paw was at a bit of a loss at what to do, his job hadn't really changed and their agreement was still in place. But things felt different, none of his employers had even been wounded like this before and whilst it wasn't his fault on a technicality it sort of was. In a sense, if he was being pedantic enough to twist the circumstances.

By the time the empress came to her senses Hattori was still resting-dosing very lightly- outside the entry way of her chambers. He had little interest in imposing on her personal space but given that she could no longer tend to her own needs he felt as though he ought to stick close. From where he laid his voice would carry further into the palace than her's, it'd be far more convenient for him to hail down a servant and given the circumstances it was the least he could do. Even in his sleep addled state his ear twitched at the sound of a weary sigh, his eyes then slowly flicked open as they adjusted to the dim lighting. He couldn't tell what time it was but a couple of days had passed since Venom had stumbled back home, his back whilst still a little achy didn't complain too much as he got to his paws and shook off his coat.

His talons clicked against the stone, a wolfish version of knocking before entering. Only when he was given consent did he enter.

"Venom." He dropped low in a bow, knees bent and gaze lowered. Moments passed and he righted himself, standing tall and proper, a man of servitude and nobility. A strange but fitting juxtaposition. "Do you need anything?" Ask and she would receive.

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twist my leg why don't you

hattori

Hanzō