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WHO: Kain Highwind and YOU
WHAT: Kain is in recovery from wounds sustained in the Vengeance battle
WHEN: Now, and further into the month
WHERE: Healer’s Tents
NOTES: N/A

1. Now-early part of the month

[It’s the first that Kain is finally stable enough to be awake for any long stretch of time. He’d really taken a beating out there… encouraged it even it some point, since the more hits he took meant the stronger his attacks would be. He's still getting used to his new powers, admittedly. It turns out that being a Reaver comes with quite a cost in the aftermath. He’s suffered some nasty chest wounds, broken ribs, a punctured lung, a bad shoulder wound, some burns… among other injuries. To make matters worse, infection had set in not too long after he’d arrived, complicating matters.]

[He groans, trying to move and finding that more than a little excruciating. Then he realizes someone is approaching.]

What is it?

2. Later on into the month

I’m just going out to get some fresh air.

[Is this an escape attempt? Or is he just doing as he claims and getting himself outside for a change? Who can say for sure? Regardless of anything, Kain is supremely unsteady as he hauls himself up and starts slowly but steadily making his way toward the exit of the tent. Now he's healed enough he can be a bad patient.]

[He's almost there… he’s gonna make it...]

Wildcard!

[Anything else going on in the healer tents? Coming to visit or to update him about petsitting? Have another reason to come bother him? Have at it!]

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Mind control aside... [He fought as a warrior while controlled, after all, did whatever was asked of him.] ...I was once sent before that along with Cecil on a mission from a man who we thought was our king. In the end, we were responsible for the destruction and death of a peaceful village. The false king wanted to eliminate the summoners, and nearly succeeded.

[He groans a little, breaking out into an especially bad coughing fit while he tries to catch his breath. Yeah, ugh, no, this is not exactly pleasant to think about but he won't deny his role in what happened.]

[Korrin narrows her eyes, as the thought of a massacre against those with powers hits very close to home in a world where that could also easily happen.]

So, you were deceived. But I find it hard to believe that you'd just take your spear to everyone in the village without question.

I wouldn't. Of- [He coughs, struggling for a couple moments to finish his thoughts. Ugh, so much pain.] -of course I wouldn't. We didn't know what was happening before it was too late, we had no idea our 'delivery' would cause such destruction. But just like when I was controlled, I still... I still did those horrible things... I consider myself responsible for it... even if I wish I could take it all back...

[Korrin waits until she's reasonably sure he won't choke, then passes on a potion.]

You didn't intend for that to happen. It's not your fault, not directly. The person who's at fault is the asshole king who thought it was a great idea to commit genocide. Please tell me you at least killed him.

[Grimacing, Kain reaches to drink the potion, managing to get about half of it in before he has to put his arm down from the pain. That and there's another coughing fit. Ugh wonderful.]

...Twice.

[Yeah, most things stay dead but not those pesky Archfiends. Or Kain himself for that matter, as he's died himself and probably shouldn't have another chance... but the Gods' War is a different story entirely. Still, he really has dealt with a lot of powerful beings who can overcome death itself.]

He was an elemental fiend, so not... exactly easy to kill permanently.

Breathe, man. Regular, slow breaths.

[Korrin doesn't take the potion, wanting to encourage him to finish it when she's able to do so.]

They never are, are they? Sounds like a fucking pride demon and you know how much of a pain in the ass those are to put down. At least they stay dead, though.

[Kain attempts to follow her advice, taking deep breaths until he winces in pain. Owwwww. Chest wounds suck, especially when they're this severe. Without the healers he knows he'd die, and definitely almost did. Not that the thought even bothers him anymore...]

The archfiends were... similar in that they're very demonic creatures, but each of the four was created from a certain element. [He sighs.] Like that archfiend of wind I spoke of some time ago. I was forced to keep... company with... the four of them... [He was like their fifth comparatively-weakling dumbass brother, it was such cute family times... only... not so much.]

[Wincing, he tries to sip on some more of the potion. So much ow just moving a bit.]

[Sighing, Korrin leans in to help Kain with the potion so he moves as little as possible. He really deserves a healer for this, though, and she knows she ought to call for one soon.]

I can't imagine they were long on social skills. Demons never are, whatever you call them. The only thing they care about is destruction.

[He starts to protest, he's got this though it's a strain to move a whole lot... but it's not like he has the energy to put up much of an argument as she helps with the last of the potion. He sighs, at least he got the potion in him and kept it down, anyway.]

They certainly... weren't the best companions. Especially Scarmiglione and his zombies. [He shudders. Earth is his opposing element anyway, so it's natural he wouldn't enjoy being around that fiend. But he's also just... really disgusting.] Terrible enemies as well. I'd be glad not to have to deal with them again... even Valvalis can be... much too... uh... possessive.

Is that the one who--you know what, nevermind. I don't need to know. You're not being forced into anything right now, let alone with undead. Maker, I never thought I'd be saying that combination of words.

Valvalis certainly isn't undead. Not like that wretched zombie-master. [Kain makes a face. He doesn't care about Val trolling him constantly, he actually understands her, being of the same element. But ugh, the other archfiends.]

[He gives an almost-laugh, but stops himself short as it hurts a great deal, owww. But he nods.]

I never thought I'd hear such a combination of words while sober. Speaking of... do you... think you could help me alleviate that condition?

[Look, if he's stuck here he may as well just say to hell with it and get really really drunk. Right?]

[Korrin stares at him speculatively, then glances to the entrance.]

...if I do, you have to stay put. No more flopping around. Try to break that and I'll make sure Bastard never leaves you alone.

I wasn't flopp- [He sighs, he certainly hadn't been effectively doing much of anything useful at the moment. Grrrr stupid injuries. All he can do is lay here and get more worked up about... everything. Especially the recent trip to the Fade. That's messed him up more than he can admit.]

-fine. Not that Bastard particularly likes staying around here anyway, but even so, I won't risk that. [But he's imagining the bird annoying everyone in the healer tents, that... wouldn't be so great.] I appreciate you doing this favor for me.

[Korrin straightens and nods, eyeing him for a moment before departing wordlessly to fetch the maraas-lok. She doesn't envy him the pain, so the sooner he's out, the better.]

[Oh thank you, Korrin. Kain is hoping she's definitely going to return. In the meantime, he sort of attempts to rest. Sort of. He winces as he tries to shift position, to at least sit up a little more. Except he's... not feeling the greatest at the moment. He feels so restless and achey, but he's trying hard to stay in place.]

[She returns about ten minutes later, walking in as though expecting to see him flopped on the ground from another failed attempt. The promised oblivion is in a held flask.]

...Kain?

[By the time she's returned, Kain is perched on the very end of the bed, wobbling a bit when he tries to get on his feet. Not that he was trying to fully get up, nope not at all. He at least sits back down and takes his feet off the floor as she arrives.]

Ah, good... I knew I could count on you, Korrin.

[Korrin narrows her eyes as she reaches the bed.]

What did I just tell you? Stop trying to get up, dammit. I've met small children who listen better than this.

Sorry, my apologies, I was just...

["Testing my limits" is probably not what she wants to hear, and "stretching" feels like a very bad excuse. He really can't manage anything more than that, as it is, anyway, and he's disappointed in himself that even standing up is a challenge. Sigh. Ok. Moving back on the bed now. Ow. Ow. Ow.]

...Right... Not doing that anymore. I did promise.

[Feeling as though she's channeling her grandmother, Korrin sighs and hands over the the flask.]

Just stay down, this time. It helps if you have that in one go.

[Taking the flask in hand, Kain nods.]

I can't help it sometimes, I'll... try to be better about it though. It means a lot to me that you've done this... I'll repay you somehow...

[He coughs, catches his breath, then starts drinking. Oh god, he'd forgotten how much this stuff burns... but man does it go down smoothly at the same time. He gulps it down eagerly.]

[That coughing gets as small smirk out of her, as does the eagerness. She can sympathize all too well on both counts.]

Repay me by staying the hell put and getting better fast enough to be Bastard's buffer against everyone else again. If he starts clinging to me instead, I'll never forgive you.

[Mostly because Araceli and Lux would never heard the end of it.]

[He continues gulping it down until it's all gone. Ahhh. He hands the flask back with a satisfied sigh. Already he can feel it hitting him, and he's glad for once to be lying down rather than up where he'd surely fall over.]

That'sssss sogood. [Even his words are already slurring. He manages a semi-amused expression for a moment.] Don't worry about Bastard. He's a good bird, pain in the ass though he is. One of my best friends. I'll... be better... before you know it... Have to be, so I can do it all over again, ha...

[It gives him more power, after all, to be in pain. Too bad it's awful after the battles are done.]

[The slurring gets some fond amusement, as Korrin's relieved it's working so fast already.]

Yeah, yeah, you do that. For now, pass out and dream of wind demon tits or whatever.

She's not a demon, she's an archfiend! [Because that sounds so much better.]

[Kain closes his eyes at least, sighing in relief.] Ah... this 'sgood stuff... Korrin, you're the best...

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