Reality-Ambiguous: Recovery

[privateproperty]

The ship's chief medical officer had insisted Kri'Stak remain in quarters. It was apparently a highly mutated strain of the Levodian flu, and in these conditions, any advanced treatment for the virus could become more dangerous than the flu itself. It had to be allowed to run its course in isolation, with a great deal of rest and drink. Kri'Stak's first officer was running the ship fine, and consulted frequently over the comm system.

Dahlfes was doing her best to take care of her master, but...

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[privateproperty]

And quite enthusiastic, at well. She sings and gestures dramatically, the knife flashing from its sheath -- yes, she was wearing her knife. It's become more and more of a habit with time. No, she's not paranoid, why do you ask? -- at just the right point in the story, continuing the near-dance.

At the end of the long song, she kneels again by his bedside. When he's finished with the food, she'll take the tray away and return.

"How are you feeling, Master?"

[qeylis_mindu]

"Significantly better. No doubt I'll be back to work in no time." A little bit of a lie, but at least with a kernal of truth to it after the food and rest.

[privateproperty]

She lowers again, not naive enough to take him literally. "I hope it's as soon as safely possible, Master."

[qeylis_mindu]

He can't help but grin, just a little. He caught precisely what she was going for there. "Don't worry, the doctor won't let me out of my cage until he's sure the virus is past."

[privateproperty]

Different though their ways of speaking are, they've definitely gotten used to each other over the years.

"Is there anything else I can do to make the imprisonment easier, Master?" she asks, smiling. Then a small sigh. "Considering I've been warned against... some of the most relaxing options."

[qeylis_mindu]

"Indeed." he replies to the latter, having been strictly warned about the same thing. "You already make sure that if this is a cage, its a gilded one."

[privateproperty]

"Thank you, Master." She smiles. "He made sure to tell you, too; I see he doesn't trust me to control myself."

[qeylis_mindu]

"He doesn't know you like I do."

[privateproperty]

Her smile widens. "He certainly doesn't, Master. I belong to you exclusively."

[qeylis_mindu]

"And will for as long as I live." he agrees, reaching out to pet her hair affectionately.

[privateproperty]

She happily leans into that a little. "Thank you, Master."