Of Pirates and Blue Mages [active]

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Character(s): Balthier, Fran, and Rishfee
Content: After this post, Balthier tends to his wound and tries to get some answers from Rishfee as to what just happened there.
Setting: One of the Actua Ares in the city where Fran and Balthier have decided to stay
Time: Late Evening/Morning after the above thread.
Warnings: Nothing I can think of at the moment.

Balthier washed the last of the dried blood from his arm and set the washcloth aside, giving the formerly wounded area another once-over. A Cure spell had taken care of the nastly little cuts, but the area was still a bit tender, and he winced as he pressed against it experimentally. Really, he should have been expecting that to happen, given how much of a literal pain cleaning the blood off had been. He offered a glance to the bloodied shirt, now hanging over the side of the nearby bathtub. Mending the tears hopefully wouldn't be too difficult, but getting the blood out... He wasn't even sure it was possible by this point. A shame. He liked that one.

He stepped out of the bathroom, grabbing one of the shirts he had purchased within the city sometime before and put his arms through the sleeves. As he buttoned up his shirt, he thanked the fact that he had been prepared for such an event. It never seemed to fail that some manner of beast would find its way to his path, and it was inevitable that his clothes would fall victim to the natural weapons at its disposal.

The last button fastened, Balthier stepped out of the bedroom, looking down at Rishfee, who he had set on the couch. The bed probably would have been better, but Balthier preferred a bit of privacy for changing as he did before. He would have to thank Fran sometime for asking no questions about this. Not that she ever did, but Balthier was hardly sure where to begin explaining it, himself.

The sky pirate took a seat in one of the nearby chairs, reclining a little as he waited for the youth to wake up. Hopefully he hadn't hit him too hard.

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As the youth squirmed on the couch and muttered various unintelligible utterances, Balthier began to think he really had hit Rishfee a little too hard. Of course, a closer examination had revealed it to be a fever--a bad one--and with some reluctance he had gone back to the bathroom to fetch a cold washcloth for the young man's head. While he didn't recognize this "Aphmau" word Rishfee kept repeating, it was easy to tell that it meant something important to the boy. Just another question to add to the list, he supposed.

Then Rishfee started to awaken, and with a hint of amusement he watched the Blue Mage watch him, seemingly coming to realize where he was. "Not at all," Balthier replied. "Though considering how you were tossing and turning like that, I could understand why you would think it so."