It's Been A While → Tiffany Lestrange

[Tiffany Lestrange]

She put a hand on his chest carefully & scolded him. "Stay still, I don't want to irritate it." The maternal side that she didn't know she had shone in for a moment & she wiped down his torso carefully, avoiding his ribs altogether for fear of making it feel even worse. Any other day she would sit back & enjoy having him like this, but right then all she wanted was to make him stop seeming so close to death - the idea terrified her.

[Brent Yaxley]

Brent winced, his body reacting before she touched him, thinking she was going to place her hand on his ribs. "It's fine, really. It's not that bad anymore." He shifted slightly, moving so he could stretch his leg out. "I'll rest up for a day or two and I'll be ready for work again."

[Tiffany Lestrange]

"I won't-" she started, raising an eyebrow, then continuing. "I'm not going to hurt you." She paused, considering, then added, "not when you're already hurt. And you're not going back to anything that quickly." She turned away & rested her hand on his thigh softly, getting a new cloth. "The dark lord will recognize the work you've done. You'll render yourself useless if you overwork your body," she held the cloth carefully & twisted it between her fingers before gently wiping at his forehead with it, her actions surprisingly tender.

[Brent Yaxley]

His eyes closed again, his head resting carefully against the pillow. A soft grunt escaped from the slightest crack of his mouth. "That's not your call." He answered, his hand moving to rest over hers, pulling her hand away from him with his own. "Injury isn't overworking, it's just injury. Injury heals."

[Tiffany Lestrange]

"You know that you're only being difficult, now." She frowned at him & let her hand hover above his injured ribs. "How do you expect to do anything with this?" Tiff looked at him as sternly as her tired features allowed her. "You'll make it worse, & you'll be useless."

[Brent Yaxley]

Brent raised a hand, although attempting to hush her for a moment. "Water" he spoke finally, coughing softly, his chest raising and falling painfully as he exhaled. Swelling prominent over his ribcage as he let his hand rest against his torso. "I'll be fine after a couple of days of rest."

[Tiffany Lestrange]

She nodded slowly, then reached around him & grabbed the empty goblet from the night stand, flicking her wand & filling it with water for him, before offering it to him. 

"Should really let Rowle take a look at it when he's back, he might be able to at least undo a bit of the previous work." She tried to keep her tone fairly nonchalant, but her voice shook as if she was ready to burst into hysterics at any moment.

[Brent Yaxley]

Taking the goblet as she offered it, Brent raised it to his lips and wavered for a moment, as though she was trying to poison him. Raising his brow just slightly he took a sip of the contents before sighing softly, almost in content.

Brent grunted softly under his breath as he let out a little shrug. "You're ex' uncle's a healer, called in on him, apparently beating up his other nephews girlfriend doesn't go down too well when it comes to getting helped."

[Tiffany Lestrange]

She couldn't help but grab his free hand, lowering herself to it & letting his knuckles brush her lips softly. She needed him to know how much she needed him to be okay. How much she needed him in general.

"Talk to Rowle. He's no healer, but he's smart." She insisted, wanting desparately for him to be alright.