higekiri receives his special mission from his master with the same aloofness that he approaches most matters - with the acceptance that following orders is probably one of the most important parts of what he's expected to do, and that he has to keep history from happening just as it's expected to. yet now he wanders, unfamiliar with his surroundings, but confident regardless.
now if he was to recall his instructions correctly - was he not meant to assure that one woman were to remain alive...? and now was meant to be a pivotal time in order to determine the likelihood of her survival -
he supposes then that his primary goal now is simply to find her.]
[ The answer lies - quite literally - inside an old manor nearby, slumped on the ornate rug with one bloody palm pressed against the even larger wound on her torso. Her hand doesn't seem to be doing much, and Primrose herself has a very faint grip on consciousness, enough to realize that not only had she found the head of the Crow, she'd been betrayed by someone she'd trusted since girlhood. Someone she had loved, and he had laughed, high and cruel and twisted, as he'd slid his knife free and watched her crumple.
She can't die like this. Not when she still needs to achieve her revenge.
[At the very least, he's not the type to slack on his search - and so his footsteps do indeed bring him to that old manor. normally he would knock, actually, but reconnaissance means being just a bit less polite. he's cautious as he treads inside, mindful of any possible enemies that might be afoot - but he finds none.
he finds only this woman, slumped and bleeding, and he supposes that would indeed be the answer he's looking for, no? even if not... humans are prone to dying, perhaps, but that doesn't mean higekiri finds it easy to abandon any stranger if their death isn't necessitated by history.
and so he will go to her, kneel at her side, voice soft]
Can you hear me? This is no place to rest with a wound like that.
[and presuming there is no immediate retaliation - he will indeed go to scoop her right up into his arms]
[ There is no retaliation! Truthfully, Primrose's grip on consciousness is so shaky that when he picks her up to cradle her, all she can really manage is a very soft groan as her head lolls against his chest, hand still stubbornly pressed to her bloody wound.
And within seconds? She's gone completely limp in this stranger's arms. ]
[well, that's fine, he supposes. he's careful of not jostling her too much as he heads back for the village, heading as discretely back to his inn room as possible. he's not very familiar with human injuries given the nature of his repairs, but he knows enough to at least treat immediate wounds.
so he'll lay her on the bed and move to stitch up her injury, cleaning it and wrapping it in bandages while she's still unconscious, and then redress her in spare clothes that are less likely to rub against the bandages and stitches, and then let her rest
he'll actually then leave the room to go get some food, but who can say if he makes it back before she wakes up]
[ It's a mystery. Even Primrose doesn't know when she'll wake up, but she does eventually jerk upright with a gasp.
... Only to double over with a second, more pained gasp as her injury wasn't expecting sudden movements, and gods does that hurt. It's only then that Primrose realizes that... not only is she in an unfamiliar room, she's wearing something entirely different. ]
[Higekiri was probably back by then, sitting over at the desk by the window, just watching the town outside idly - he's a patient, watching sort of person when he needs to be, after all. though when he hears her shift and rise, he glances back over and offers a smile]
Oh good, you're awake. I wouldn't move that suddenly again - I haven't been able to get a doctor to see you yet.
... Normally, a stranger would introduce himself first.
[ It's almost instinctive to respond dryly, though her voice is raspy from disuse. Still, from the way he speaks, he had been the one to treat her to this extent, and Primrose harbors no delusion that she would have survived if she had been left where she'd fallen. So she concedes, with a sigh. ]
[well he'll at least go to get the tray of food that he brought along - soup and bread, nothing fancy, but at least hearty enough - and then approach her]
Then it is nice to meet you, Primrose. I am Higekiri... I think.
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higekiri receives his special mission from his master with the same aloofness that he approaches most matters - with the acceptance that following orders is probably one of the most important parts of what he's expected to do, and that he has to keep history from happening just as it's expected to. yet now he wanders, unfamiliar with his surroundings, but confident regardless.
now if he was to recall his instructions correctly - was he not meant to assure that one woman were to remain alive...? and now was meant to be a pivotal time in order to determine the likelihood of her survival -
he supposes then that his primary goal now is simply to find her.]
If I were a human in danger, where would I be...?
[this is an effective method of search]
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She can't die like this. Not when she still needs to achieve her revenge.
But her body is not so willing. ]
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he finds only this woman, slumped and bleeding, and he supposes that would indeed be the answer he's looking for, no? even if not... humans are prone to dying, perhaps, but that doesn't mean higekiri finds it easy to abandon any stranger if their death isn't necessitated by history.
and so he will go to her, kneel at her side, voice soft]
Can you hear me? This is no place to rest with a wound like that.
[and presuming there is no immediate retaliation - he will indeed go to scoop her right up into his arms]
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And within seconds? She's gone completely limp in this stranger's arms. ]
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so he'll lay her on the bed and move to stitch up her injury, cleaning it and wrapping it in bandages while she's still unconscious, and then redress her in spare clothes that are less likely to rub against the bandages and stitches, and then let her rest
he'll actually then leave the room to go get some food, but who can say if he makes it back before she wakes up]
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... Only to double over with a second, more pained gasp as her injury wasn't expecting sudden movements, and gods does that hurt. It's only then that Primrose realizes that... not only is she in an unfamiliar room, she's wearing something entirely different. ]
What...?
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Oh good, you're awake. I wouldn't move that suddenly again - I haven't been able to get a doctor to see you yet.
May I ask your name?
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[ It's almost instinctive to respond dryly, though her voice is raspy from disuse. Still, from the way he speaks, he had been the one to treat her to this extent, and Primrose harbors no delusion that she would have survived if she had been left where she'd fallen. So she concedes, with a sigh. ]
Primrose.
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[well he'll at least go to get the tray of food that he brought along - soup and bread, nothing fancy, but at least hearty enough - and then approach her]
Then it is nice to meet you, Primrose. I am Higekiri... I think.
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[ She'll reach gingerly behind her to prop herself up with pillows. Feeling this weak isn't... ideal, but. She's still breathing. ]
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[perhaps he's being just a little bit too honest at this point]
Ah - do you need help? If my hands are free, I could fix things up a bit to your liking...
[he will offer her the tray of food? he's at least pretty used to service apparently]
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You're the one who treated me? ... Why?
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[admittedly he does have an answer -
but all the same, he's curious why she immediately jumps to needing a 'why'
still, he'll move to help adjust her pillows so that it's comfortable for her to sit up and eat]
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[ We can't all be Alfyn or Ophilia. ]