[OOC: Backdated to the afternoon of Friday, November 5th.]
[The cure is worse than she expects. She remembered seeing the elf drop to the ground, sweat, and then at the end of it all, disappear, but knowing something is going to be terrible does not prepare her for how truly horrific it is. Burning from the inside, feeling wounds heat like coals
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He's stepping back from compulsively organizing and checking his guns, which he has laid out on a table, when he hears a soft thud and a groan, and his eyes widen as he glances over his shoulder.
Confirming it's Bryn, looking the worse for wear, he turns fully and moves towards her, starting to reach for her, stopping, and then just going with it, fingers smoothing down her arms.]
Bryn. [There's so much in that quiet exclamation, as his hands move to brush hair out of her face.] You're back - you okay?
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King.
[Her eyes flick up toward him and she slowly shifts one arm to try and roll herself at least onto her side.]
Jamie came to see us...had a cure.
[She smiles up at him as she continues talking, deciding then and there she isn't going to tell King how painful it had been.]
I'm better now so they let me come back...
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King's wounds are bandaged, though some were small enough that he didn't, and so Bryn is now privy to the bandage on his temple and arms, and the scabbing cuts besides.]
Cure...? ..Whatever, at least he came and they finally let you out again. [Questions can come later.]
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Her wounds don't matter, and his can wait just a bit. The cure doesn't matter. Nothing matters but being back with the man she loves.]
Oh god, I missed you so much, King...
[She doesn't even realize it until she says those words that a weight is lifting off her shoulders. She had Tan in quarantine but there was still a part of her that had felt alone. Being with King again made her feel safe, strong enough to face whatever was going to come at them next.
Bryn tilts her head up toward him, leaning in for a kiss.]
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