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[ Michelangelo, huh. That seems like high praise.

Hunter considers that comment for a moment, looking over Draxum. ]

Why shouldn't I?

For all my precautions, I still put his life before yours. Just because you offered doesn't mean I didn't take advantage of you.

[ Well that's. Something to unpack all right. He can appreciate Draxum's bluntness at least. ]

Why do you think I can't agree to these kinds of things?

[He thinks he knows the answer, along with what it says about him.]

I don't want to be what Belos was to you, Hunter. [He still leaned on him, though.] You don't need that in your life.

[Draxum likes Hunter enough that he can admit that. The kid deserves better.]

[ Hunter hitches his shoulders up as he tries to figure out how to phrase this. ]

But that's - sort of a good thing. You're like him, but you're NOT him. I know what the rules are, except you won't hurt me like he did.

[ His voice drops a bit. ]

It feels a little like I'm getting through to him, in a way.

...You'd still want that? After everything? I don't know the half of it, but even that seems too much.

[ Hunter twitches a bit. ]

I - I know, but - look. It just makes sense in my head, okay?

[ His voice cracks. ]

I loved him. It's okay that I loved him.

[He thinks about Michelangelo again, standing up for him to his father and brothers. Everything he'd done to them as enemies—he forgave it all so easily, and opened his heart as if they'd always been family from the start.]

You really are alike...

[Grunting, he attempts to turn over on his side. The tea's medicinal properties are kicking in, and while it's not a lot—the pain still makes his breath catch—it's enough for him to risk moving a limb again, if only to reach for a blanket.]

You're right. [Draxum can't claim to understand it, but it's hearts like theirs that saved him. He can't begrudge either of them that.] I apologize. That love of yours—it's a strength.

[If only Belos could have returned it.]

See that it's never tarnished.

[ Hunter continues to hover close just in case Draxum needs it. And bows his head. ]

... I'm trying. I think I've done pretty well so far.

Good.

[He's quiet for another long minute, just thinking. Whatever is on his mind, though, he doesn't seem keen on sharing this time.]

How are you feeling? If you're tired, you should rest.

[ Well. Hunter takes in a breath to ask about that? Decides better of it. Give the man a little privacy. ]

A little dizzy, sir. I think I should sit down somewhere.

[Well, that's not great. Draxum looks to the tea kettle.] Refill my cup first then, along with the one I gave you earlier. This tea is a mystic blend; the effects differ from individual to individual, based on their needs.

[It should help. Draxum's practically been living off the stuff since he began this project, so he knows from experience it helps with the dizziness and fatigue.]

[ Hunter nods, then, refilling Draxum's cup as instructed before making one for himself. He sniffs at it a bit? Looks over at Draxum, then back at the cup. ]

All right. I guess it can't hurt.

[The tea has a pungent, peppery smell. It might make him sneeze. Should Hunter drink it, though, its flavor and aroma will subtly adjust itself based on what his body needs. A hint of ginger, which combats his dizziness, combined with mint for both relaxation and energy.

Meanwhile, Draxum is again trying to sit up on his own, smh. His jaw is clenched tight like it hurts to move, but given he's managed to get partway there and is still at it, that first cup of tea must have done something.]

[ Hunter watches Draxum for a moment. Not poison, then - not that he thinks Draxum would poison him? But. Hunter does indeed drink it. It tastes nice? Gingery and minty ... His face never has a lot of color to it, but some returns as he swallows, at least. He feels a bit revived from the tea.

When he gets a chance, he offers his hand to Draxum to help him sit up the rest of the way. ]

That tea is nice.

[He keeps trying on his own for half a second, before giving in and accepting the hand. Hunter doesn't seem the type who'll belittle him for needing it later. Being able to drink his tea upright and by his own power ends up higher on his list of priorities.]

It's one of my... [huff] favorites, yes. Who says medicine... [huff] has to taste bad? Sure, when you suck at making it.

[Draxum exhales slowly, letting that fresh wave of pain sitting up brought with it ebb out as he catches his breath. As it dies down again, he reaches out to tug the second blanket free from his bedding and lazily tosses it over at Hunter. Only about half of it ends up hitting him, but he figures close enough.]

If you're cold.

[Previous attempts making a portal always wore Draxum out to the bone, and left him feeling lightheaded and chilled for hours. He's hoping the energy he gave the boy from that gem has mitigated that somewhat, but he regrets not thinking of offering it sooner.]

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[ Definitely not the type, no. Part of the reason being that Belos would have murdered him, literally, but also just his general authority respect in general. It simply will not occur to him.

Hunter sticks close, watching for - oh okay blanket. He can catch that and wrap it around himself. He DOES feel a little cold now that he thinks about it. ]

I - uh, I've never had medicine before.

[That gives Draxum pause.]

Are grimwalkers incapable of getting ill?

[The answer's probably there in that document he was reading, but he was skimming for the relevant parts before. He hasn't yet read it in full.]

Nnno I've. Definitely been sick.

[ So, you know, Belos fuckery again. ]

I wasn't allowed to go to the Healing Coven unless I was dying.

[He had a feeling that was going to be the case, just with. You know. Belos fuckery indeed. If he was going to treat Hunter as little better than a tool, he should have at least maintained him properly. That he didn't speaks volumes for his character.

Truly, Belos's cruelty negligence knows no bounds. Draxum will not be the same.]

That changes from here on. If you are ever sick or injured, seek me out. The hour does not matter; I will make time for you.

[ Look. On this point, Belos had a TINY bit of logic: a healing coven would have realized Hunter was a grimwalker pretty quickly. But also the horrible character yes. Anyway.

Hunter can't help but brighten a little. Of course Rue would help too, he's sure of it, but... ]

Yeah? I - guess you would bet the one who could do the most.

[ Mr. plant druid alchemist. ]

[TOUCHE. Draxum would still judge him though for not being able to do shit for Hunter himself, smh. What do you mean not all of us can have a doctorate level education in like 15 different sciences, sounds like a skill issue.]

In a life or death emergency, a proper healer might be able to do more for you. Healing magic is the one magic I could never use, no matter how much effort I put into it.

[His own skill issue, sigh. Hunter should at least be aware of it, when choosing who to go to.]

But I taught myself every skill needed to compensate for that weakness, and came to see the benefits science can provide that magic cannot. In another life, I might have made a good medicine maker or doctor.

[Combined with his botany specialty, he's very well-suited for fielding any health concern might have, yes. He'll have to see if he'd be willing to sit down for a check-up, when all of this is over. Hunter could probably use one, Draxum thinks as he sips at his tea. They should see about getting some real color into his complexion. Airlines would charge money for those bags under his eyes, too.]

[ It's good to know, at least, though Hunter doesn't think that disqualifies Draxum here. And he is 1000% overdue for a checkup. ]

Then - I'll come to you. Yeah. I think I'm pretty different from witches and humans so.

[With everything he's learned, he can only agree. That being said, it makes him surprisingly happy that Hunter would make that choice so plainly, without even a little doubt. Draxum drinks the rest of his tea with the ghost of a smile.]

Different is one way to put it. I'd call you a marvel.

[ At that, Hunter instinctively hunches his shoulders. ]

You mean a monster.

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