Hocus Pocus, Magic Potions - Liv/Carradoc
She was blushing… but still telling him it was alright. Carr wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but had faith that his friend wouldn’t outright lie to him… even if she thought it was for noble reasons. Liv’s teasing made him chuckle. “Oh… nothing that would shock you too much, I think,” he couldn’t help teasing back.
The truth was… it was quite possible his particular anatomy would indeed come as a surprise to her. (Not that she was likely to see that much while applying salve.) He’d never had the opportunity to discuss the role he’d played within his clan’s hierarchy. But that could lead to other questions… and Liv was so good at asking all of the right ones. So, while he hadn’t intentionally avoided the topic, he also hadn’t encouraged it. If he were to ever trust anyone with the knowledge of his clutch, it would certainly be his newest friend, but Carradoc couldn’t seem to bring himself to begin such a conversation.
At her offer to apply the salve now, the dragon tried to make a decision as he answered her other questions. “I… well, yes, actually. The amount of time I’m out can vary… perhaps due to unforeseen variables of the dragon’s bane itself. It might turn our breakfast into a dinner instead, I’m afraid.” He gleaned at the jar of medicine again. “However… if you truly wouldn’t mind… I’ve been having quite a bit of pain lately…” Carradoc trailed off, his expression equal parts apologetic and hopeful. “If you’d like… You’re welcome to also use this time to examine the scar…” He knew Liv had been wanting to study his injury - do her own research into it. Now would probably be an ideal time… or perhaps not? Would she prefer him awake for such an examination?
The dragon moved over to his couch, hoping he didn’t look as nervous as he felt. There was no reason for it, he knew. Liv could be trusted. Perhaps it was just a subconscious reaction to the dragon’s bane itself - a Pavlovian sort of situation? He took a few deep, steadying breaths. “Will the couch do?” He didn’t mind sleeping there - it was comfortable enough - and with the kitchen just a few steps away it seemed like a more ideal location than his bedroom… especially if Liv might be unsure of her comfort levels.
“Mmm... I do suppose that would remain to be seen, yeah?” Her smile was wry and while the words themselves might have been suggestive in another scenario, her intent was more to make him chuckle than anything else. Laughter had a way of taking the edge off of many things. Nervousness, pain, sadness... perhaps an odd combination of emotions. Whatever he was feeling, she only wanted to make him as comfortable as possible.
She shook her head a little as she watched his eyes move tot he jar in her hands, almost laughing at the comment about turning breakfast into dinner. “I’ll make you a deal, then. You turn breakfast into dinner on me, and I’ll make sure there’s something ready for when you rise. You either have to tell me what you’d prefer to eat, or else you get whatever I happen to make and you don’t get to complain. I think that’s about the best possible offer you’re going to get from just about anyone out there.” Besides that, his offer of examining his scar was entirely too enticing. Without looking further into the extent of the damage, Liv couldn’t say for certain that it would be something she could help with. The fact that Carr felt comfortable enough with her to make the offer, particularly while he was a vulnerable state gave her a warm, tingly feeling along her spine.
“I would... love that, actually. To take a look at the scarring, I mean.” As if there would have been anything else she’d meant by that. “If there’s a way to undo what’s been done, I’d love to be able to help find it and very much appreciate your confidence in me.”
Green eyes flickered from the man to the couch, then back to the man before she shrugged slightly. “It’s really up to you. Where will you be the most comfortable for this process? Depending on how long you sleep for, I may have a bit of a lie down, myself, if that would be all right.” If her exam went as in depth as it potentially could, the wizard might very well need a small bit of a nap in addition to something to eat to regain her own energy.
Her eyes lit with the small smile that touched her lips. “So, you pick where you’ll be most comfortable, then we’ll give this a go, yeah?”
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