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[ 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]

It doesn't hurt or feel weird or nothin'...

[ ... well, getting undressed the rest of the way, then. ]

You sure?

[Nem's hands were indeed grimy but nothing gold seems to be involved?? Well anyway she'll get the tub going, keeping an eye on Req all the while.

...Looking for other weird bruises and stuff, not just 'cause girl hot (though also)]

Yea, m'sure.

[ bruises, sure, there's plenty, but they're all normal. All the scratches seem to be concentrated around where she had skin showing; head, face, arms, hands, wings, now more or less having stopped bleeding entirely.

there's no smears of non-bruise color under her clothes, at least.

she comes over to the tub, though, still considering those gold patches. ] ]

[A little anxious, still, but only carefully peels off her tattered outfit, dumping it into the hamper instead of the trash for some reason. There's still faint bruising over her ribs and her back is all scabs and scrapes, and a dark film flaking from the places that hadn't been covered in clothes. there's a thick seam just left of the center of her chest. But everything seems old--healed enough, if not cleaned, so]

Well... I'm gonna rinse off first; I'm too gross for the tub. You mind?

No, it's fine.

[ that's immediately noticeable and eye-catching enough though that she pauses, and reaches out, to run her fingers over that seam, frowning. ]

Hey, what...

[her breath hitches at the contact, just enough to cause a coughing fit. she turns away, towards the shower, since otherwise would be gross, and the seam is apparent there, too, just a little shorter. if Req were to look closely enough, she might notice that it isn't just a scar--rather than a ridge of freshly knitted skin, it's a crevice, shiny scar tissue disappearing into the hole from both sides]

What--?

[ ... no, touching the back of her shoulder with a worried look. ]

You got some new junk too, huh?

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