homeless_pard | When the Council comes calling

Who: Khem, JC, Asher, Nat, Req, any?
When: Two months after her shop has been open.
What: Well, the Council. And everyone gets to be a badass.

Khemrys chuckled, sealing the last of the small jars she was working on with wax and intricately knotted, colored strings. "My last gifting to the lady did not go well," she pointed out. Not well at all given the sour looks and the fact the woman practically danced when Khemrys had moved to the apartment. Khemrys was still at the Circus, often, to cook and for the dance nights that they al enjoyed but...

...well, the space hopefully had the woman forgetting about her?

"Oui," Jean Claude admitted, running fingers along plants. They'd come to look over the property and the books, a pleasant outing, honestly, to check in on their newest holding. And on Khemrys. He was a little uneasy having her away from the Circus honestly, something neither he nor Asher could pinpoint so here they were on an excuse. "But this she will not know is from you. I ask you to make something on my behalf as a gift."

She moved smoothly from sealing the bruise balm to the next chore of blending a headache powder as she considered that, "I am uncertain if that will work, high lord. My stitching is...distinctive at this point?"

"She has a point, I have to keep my nice clothes at the Circus now," Nathanial pointed out, lounging under the sun lamps. It was his evening off and he'd been intending to trade bread recipes with Khem but then the vamps had wandered in!

"We were afraid that might be the case," Asher admitted, looking up from the sale ledger. "And I suggested a leatherworker instead..."

"Aye, I've no deft hand with leather," Khemrys admitted. "No matter it may act as fabric at times, the thickness throws me?" No matter what they might intend for Anita?

"Ah," Jean Claude looked disappointed but not entirely surprised at least? She was grateful not to fail him in something he truly hoped for!

"May I at least offer some su-" she blinked, freezing a moment, herbs actually trickling from between her fingers. What was that? A feeling, nothing more, but one that slid along her spine like ice, then the front door chimed, someone throwing themselves inside with a pained gasp. She dropped the herbs entire to run for the shop entry, seeing a young rat on the floor, writhing. "Lords, MY KIT!"

The two vamps blinked, uncertain as to where such might be but Nathaniel rolled to his feet and grabbed a bag, tossing it, "what happened?"

"...he told me to run...get here..." the young man gasped, fighting a shift. It nearly took him, but he managed to pull his leg inside the shop and his body eased immediately, some boon or blessing by crossing under Gunnora's symbol no doubt. "Rafael said to get safe, but I didn't get far enough...here's safe..."

"Here is safe," Khemrys confirmed, feeling along the boy's limb's for injury. No blood, no tearing...

"From what?" Jean Claude's voice rolled dangerously, making the boy wince and curl on himself.

"The Circus. They took the Circus, they were calling us..."

"...oh shit," Nathaniel blinked.

"You will stay here," Khemrys noted grimly to the boy. "Upstairs, there is stew. Do not leave until I return." That said she was standing to grab a heavy apron with pockets and a proper backpack to stuff things in.

"You will not be going," Jean Claude noted.

"They will need a healer, high lord. And you may need blood," she noted in the calm voice of a battlefield medic. "We do not seem to have time to argue."

No, no time at all if the Circus was in danger. That was a home. Not her only home now, but certainly Jean Claude and Asher's, and it was NOT to be taken.

They'd see what the may when they arrived hmmm?

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Nathaniel nodded, delicately removing her overdress and frowning down at her chemise. Enough bodily fluids had soaked through her overdress that the smells and stains were noticeable, so he took a moment to look through Jason's things for something for her to wear. He spotted something that didn't belong in the drawers and gave a soft laugh, pulling one of Khemrys's chemises out. Jason must have stashed it when she moved out.

"Sorry, Khem," he murmured, pulling the ties of her soiled chemise, "I'll be quick." He did his best to dress her without letting his eyes linger any one place for long. He adjusted her tenderly when she was properly covered, pulling the quilts around her snugly.

"You make an excellent nurse," Lillian noted simply. "Have you considered volunteering at the hospital?" WHY NOT SHE WAS ALWAYS RECRUITING!

"And don't forget to eat yourself before you curl up."

Nathaniel gave a shy smile. "I'm usually pretty busy at home," and by home he meant looking after Anita's house, "but do you really think I'd be a help?"

He reached for the pot roast, suddenly realizing how hungry he was. When Jason woke he'd bring something fresh for him, if he was up to eating. "Will the rats stay to watch them room?"

"Yes, you would be. There's a lot the effects shifters, and those that care about us, we're always busy one way or another," she sighed. "Khemrys is a lovely addition but she's on call more than anything." Naturally.

She watched him start eating and nodded, "yes, Khemrys has something of a following."

He smiled at her. "Can you blame them? She's very special." More special than they'd realized, apparently. "Everything she did tonight, I'm happy to have the Rodere watching out for her: she's going to have a target on her back."

And he had no idea what this new power that erupted from her tonight was going to do to her. "I'll see if I can manage coming in every now and then to help out, if you don't mind showing me how."

"I think she'll worry about being considered such and I'll just keep having tea with her," she chuckled. "And shake her for coming to a fight of course." Just saying.

Ah, that got a smile and another had ruffle, "you're a good child. If you show we'll train you, don't you worry."

"You know her: you'll never talk her out of being where people need her."

He smiled and pressed his head into her hand. "I'll see what I can do." The smile faded as he sighed and looked back at Jason. "Can you help me shift him over? It's hard finding a place to hold him where he's not hurt..."

"Yes, but there are protocols for such," she sighed. "I'll try to get her to adhere to them!" Bah.

"Of course," she smiled, getting the last of the broth in Jason. "On three?" TO reduce stress? Yes. Three. At least the beds at the Circus tended toward rather large?

Knowing Jason, he'd pushed to get one of the larger ones for himself. There was a sharp sound of pain as they shifted him over, and Nathaniel quickly slid in beside him, taking care not to press against any of the healing tissue. Which wasn't easy. He pulled at the quilts, offering a grateful look when Lillian reach out to help cover them both with a heavy quilt.

"I'll keep checking to make sure the quilt doesn't stick," he said, biting his lower lip as Jason continued to make soft, pained sounds as he settled into the new position. "Hopefully he just passes out."

"We can dose him I think, from Khemrys's bag, her sleep mix DID drop shifters at the door they say," she mused. "And since shower he'd have burned through anything in the pain mix."

Nathaniel looked at Jason for a moment. "I should say no for him, but this..." He shook his head. "It's too much. He needs to not feel this for a little bit."

"And we'll keep it a very small dose. He should be alright once he falls asleep," she sighed. So just enough to push him to that point. "And of course we won't dose him again any time soon." Years if she had her say honestly.

"He still survived something...no one else would have today and some extra care is in order." Yes. Shifting to get the canister from Khem's bag.

"I remember what it felt like, but Asher and Damian were able to help me in time. And they didn't have to do...all of this." Nathaniel nodded and snuggled closer to Jason, whispering nearly inaudible apologies to Jason.

"Normally I'm a live and let live type, there's a lot of diversity in the world and all but...as a medical professional I can't stand Arthur's bloodline," she sighed, "hold his head still a moment, he can just breathe this."

Nathaniel held Jason's head gently but firmly as Lillian brought over the mixture Khemrys had unleashed on the rats earlier that evening. He turned his head and held his breath, just in case. He couldn't let himself "accidentally" breathe some of that in, not when he needed to be here for Jason.

Jason's noise suddenly stopped and he went limp in the bed. Nathaniel continued to hold his breath for a few more moments, listening carefully to make sure he could still hear Jason breathing. He swallowed, his eyes bright as he rolled them towards Lillian, not moving from where he was. "Thank you, Dr. Lillian."

It was far less than a pinch honestly, and she was sure to wipe a damp cloth along Jason's face after dosing, "of course, if he stayed tensed up he wouldn't heal right." At all, that was just life really.

"And you sleep when you can Nathaniel, your rest is important too."

He nodded and pulled out his phone, setting a timer. He'd be waking often until he was sure they were both ok.

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