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Hey--

[Beelines over, expression wobbling a bit at the sight of her and reaching out for a hand]

--Hey. Are you--how are you?

[ gathering her up in a hug. ]

Baby, you look like shit.

Long day.

[sinks into the embrace, winding her arms tight around Requiem as well and holding on a little desperately. which hopefully doesn't mix poorly with Req's twitchiness, but one way to find out]

[ she's a little tense, but it actually eases with the contact significantly, so! good news.

she curls her fingers in her shirt, hunching against her. ]

Sorry-- I'm sorry. I couldn't find you.

[very good news, because Nemesis wasn't looking forward to having to let go. instead she shakes her head no at Req's words]

Same, I-- Sorry. Can I--

[Breaks off to clear her throat; somehow loosens her grip on Req's back enough to attempt to cup her cheek instead, looking up at her]

[ she doesn't actually know if she's asking for a kiss or just to touch, but either way, tilting into her touch: ]

Whatever you want.

[Just contact in general from the look of it, and she takes a moment just to look up at her. Her hand is a little shaky, but warm enough when she brushes her thumb lightly over her cheekbone]

[ the touch almost instantly leaves a smear of color, shimmering gold, in its wake.

req doesn't seem to notice, just closing her eyes and leaning down to bump her head against nem's with a softly relieved sigh. ]

[It doesn't draw Nem's attention at the moment either, her eyes drifting shut at the contact, Requiem's forehead soothingly cool against hers. She strokes over Req's cheek again, gentle; her other arm moves down her back a little less desperate, but equally as firm]

[ content to rest there for a moment, humming, her voice gone slightly twangy and in need of a tune up...

But she doesn't pull away or open her eyes, her arm only curling more firmly around Nem's back. ]

... should prolly get cleaned up.

Mmm...

[Stays another few beats; would probably stay even longer if not for needing to turn and cough into the crook of her elbow, hoarse and dry.

When she turns back to Req, already apologizing, she pauses--frowns at the off-color swaths on her face]

Shit... That don't burn or nothin', does it?

[ pulls back a little-- and frowns, confused. ]

Uh... what?

Think I got imp juice on you or something, sorry...

[has nothing clean enough to offer, alas, but attempts to usher her towards the elevators so she can get cleaned up]

[ lets herself be herded... ]

Oh, okay.

Are you-- okay? With that cough...

[Good; imp juice is bad. Source: the imp juice that burned through her clothing and skin beneath said clothing. So she stands close but mostly not actually touching, just in case. GOOD COLOR, BUT :<]

'S just ash. Some water, it'll be fine.

You okay? Or...don't gotta talk right now.

[ nope, immediately taking her hand, its handholdin time. ]

I'm okay. Just a lil' tired. If you breathed in smoke I'm pretty sure a Sensitiv can handle that...

[hums but notably does not attempt to pull away]

Apparently not. I'll get some tea, don't worry about it. Ain't contagious.

C'mon, you should rest, get cleaned up.

I'm not worried about catching it, I'm worried about you.

[ but she'll let herself be led. ]

[Heading to Zrael unless Req leads them otherwise]

You don't gotta. ...But thanks.

[Squeezes her hand, hopefully not getting more ???golden goo?? all over her]

[ no goo; but her skin does immediately turn gold over everywhere their skin meets, not that she seems to notice.

She presses the button to Avante instead of Zrael, though, sorry babe ]

I don't gotta to wanna.

Don't wantcha to wanna...

[Cocks her head; Avante's bathroom is inferior, but Nem won't stop her, and she'll lead her safely through the receiving room to her bedroom]

Well. Too bad. That's romance, baby.

[ delivered flat, but smiles anyway. clean time pls clean time... once they're in the actual bathroom she'll start very gingerly removing her clothes.

or, start to anyway, before freezing at the sight of her hand patchy with golden smears. ]

... ?

[Hesitates, going to gather a towel]

Uh...yeah...that happened. You sure it don't hurt?

Uh-- no... is it from you?

[ scrubs at her hand, but it neither spreads nor rubs off. ]

I mean, when I touched your face, that’s what happened... Might need some special soap...?

[washing her own hands, surely there’s something heavy duty with as many wounds avante sees on average days]

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