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WITH IRON SHIELD SHE DEFENDS THE FAITHFUL, LET CHAOS BE UNDONE Gaucho fine. She almost rolls her eyes, but manages to smother the urge. "You don't look fine, handsome. If you need to talk about something....I know you hardly know me, nor I you, but you're welcome to unburden more than just your balls with me." Only Nyx could convey emotional support and vulgarity all in one sentence. He points out that she's not okay, and she concedes that he has a point. Quite aside from her broken ribs, which seem to restrict every movement she tries to make, she's also a living bruise, and that's certainly not the best condition to be in should she become pregnant. She would not be able to defend herself and her unborn child in this state, and she dreads the thought of the weight of a foal pressing against her injured ribcage. Of course, she may not be pregnant, but....luck dictates that she probably will be. He lifts his wings, and she sees flames erupt across them. At first she frowns - she doesn't see how him setting her on fire will make her hurt any less. But then she wonders if perhaps those flames heal...something she wouldn't have associated with a walking death-machine like Gaucho, but maybe looks can be deceiving. It's actually rather considerate, to possess a magic that can heal the wounds of his foes onces he's pounded them into tiny little pieces. He demands that she come closer, so with a slightly confused whicker, she obeys. She shuffles forwards with difficulty (step ouch by ouch step ouch) until she's stood directly in front of him, looking curiously up at that beautifully-sculpted face of his. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
