Let's Mosey

Like this for a starter from Cloud or Tifa! (Maybe both!)

Dion did not mind Cloud's hesitation, understanding that everything had to be very overwhelming at the moment. Besides, Dion had noticed the way the servant had eyed Cloud – and his brand – the moment they stepped into the room. Most looked down upon bearers, which Dion had always disliked. Perhaps because he wielded his own kind of magic through Bahamut.

He would never allow the servant to hurt Cloud, but it was easier to do so if he were actually present.

At the request to stay, Dion offered a soft smile. "But of course. I did offer," he confirmed, motioning Cloud to move forward towards where a bathtub was gently steaming with hot water. It shouldn't be too hot, but he had a feeling the boy wouldn't mind too much either way. A bath was a bath, after all.

Turning towards the servant, he gave him a stern stare. "In the name of Great Greagor, this man has been brought into the order of the Holy Knights. I expect him to be treated with respect, as he is under my care," as was the case for all dragoons. The servant paled, but seemed to understand the severity of the situation and thus offered a respectful nod of their head.

Looking around, Dion picked up a small decorative pebble and gave it to Cloud. "I will turn away as you are bathing, to give you privacy. If you need my assistance, throw this in my direction. You have my permission to fight back, should anything happen." Dion made sure to make that very clear, as he did not want to take any chances.

With that said, he turned and walked a few steps away, eyes firmly on the wall in front of him.

Cloud approached the bathtub, sticking his hand into the water, surprised by the warmth that causes his skin to tingle. Cloud then looks to the servant. He gestures for them to turn around, just for a moment, so he can undress. He carefully gets into the tub, the water stings as it hits fresh scratches and grazes but the heat manages to loosen his tightened muscles and seep into his chilled bones. His skin no longer felt dirty, dry and itchy. Occasionally, Cloud would look over to make sure Dion was still there.

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Who wants some starters? Need to scrub my brain clean.

If we got a thread going that I forgot about, gimme a lil poke

Who wants some starters? Need to scrub my brain clean.

If we got a thread going that I forgot about, gimme a lil poke