This chapter was written in collaboration with Scylla.
Amon’s gold eyes widened as his rival (who only a short time before was trying to drown and strangle the life out of him) was now back into healer-mode, inspecting the damage done and asking how he felt.
“Out of sorts?” the Elezen echoed mischievously. “Well for starters: my eyes are a bit crossed, my nose a bit sore, and my teeth and tongue are turning purple. ‘Tis normal?”
He unceremoniously stuck his tongue out at her, displaying a slightly darkened palette left from where he’d consumed some violet-colored sweet ice that Koh had brought from somewhere in Kugane. He had no idea what the treat was called, but was amused at the color transition his mouth had undergone while eating it.
Scylla had seen every bodily fluid ten times over in her training, so she simply grabbed at his tongue without any thought of germs, carefully examining it for disease. She pulled at his tongue to the limits, before simply letting go and washing her hands in the cleaning basin.
“Your tongue wags well enough as usual.” The white mage wiped her hands on the hanging towel.
He gagged and spluttered at the handling of his tongue, making a long “blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” sound and wanting for something to cleanse it before returning it to his mouth. With no such tools at hand, he had no choice but to reap what he sewed. But not without complaint.
“Augh! ‘Tis nasty!” Amon wiped his mouth on the back of his hand if that would help the situation. It didn’t. “I should inform the Conjury Guild of healer misconduct!”
Then he huffed, knowing they were both skirting… something… Scylla wouldn’t be there if there wasn’t a reason for it. He just couldn’t quite make out what it was she was trying to do.
Was she not mad? Was she not traumatized as Koh had told him earlier?
She didn’t look it. Nor did she act it.
“What’s this all about?” Amon finally just asked.
“I shouldn’t have said that.” Scylla muttered, as she gripped the side of the basin-table, looking at Amon through the mirror. “Every time we get comfortable with each other, well… someone gets hurt.”
She turned around and shook her head as she walked and sat beside him. She took two fingers and closed her eyes, looking for Amon’s aetherpoints. She spoke quietly tracing her fingers around his forehead.
“We shouldn’t try to pretend that it is safe for us to talk about these things… Allag… and the past… Bad things always seem to happen.”
Amon lifted his eyebrows, only his surprise keeping him from pulling away from whatever it was Scylla was doing. He didn’t like the looks of this… it was more than just a standard health check.
“Is this… an apology… I’m detecting?” the Elezen asked with a hint of disbelief in his voice.