[She doesn't feel useless, exactly, but being called something soft when this is a time for her harder side is unnerving. This isn't a time for Wolfe to speak to her fondly; there are thing to do, a man of theirs to see to. Is it reflexive for him to say such things? With everyone? Only with her?
Now isn't the time for such worries, and she knows it. She closes her eyes when lips press to her temple, offering the mage a small smile in return, but no words. Best not to get in the way of a healer and their work.
Chris is grasping at anything to find her things to do as he lies on the couch. Clothes from the dryer? Hardly an actual task. She watches him closely for a long moment, frowning at the struggle in his face. His desire is understandable - she'd do the same if in his place - but it doesn't feel like... him. Not who she knows him to be. Perhaps it shouldn't right now, while he's beaten, broken, and bruised down to his soul.
A frown almost slips to her face, but she hides it behind a last sip of tea before nodding to the cleric and silently making her way about the house to find the dryer. It's not a difficult task, and soon after Chris' clothes are laid out on the couch above him before she retreats to the kitchen once more.]
If there's naught else, it's all right to say so. [Her smile is small, but warm.] Your well-being comes above all else, Chris. Focus on that over finding me tasks when the effort's best spent elsewhere.
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Now isn't the time for such worries, and she knows it. She closes her eyes when lips press to her temple, offering the mage a small smile in return, but no words. Best not to get in the way of a healer and their work.
Chris is grasping at anything to find her things to do as he lies on the couch. Clothes from the dryer? Hardly an actual task. She watches him closely for a long moment, frowning at the struggle in his face. His desire is understandable - she'd do the same if in his place - but it doesn't feel like... him. Not who she knows him to be. Perhaps it shouldn't right now, while he's beaten, broken, and bruised down to his soul.
A frown almost slips to her face, but she hides it behind a last sip of tea before nodding to the cleric and silently making her way about the house to find the dryer. It's not a difficult task, and soon after Chris' clothes are laid out on the couch above him before she retreats to the kitchen once more.]
If there's naught else, it's all right to say so. [Her smile is small, but warm.] Your well-being comes above all else, Chris. Focus on that over finding me tasks when the effort's best spent elsewhere.