#elfhealed

     𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭, a small chuckle left past her lips at his statement of herself being 'the queen of cannibals'. Perhaps, a blush was present on her face as she extended her hand for him to take, before he pressed a kiss to her knuckles which made her smile, the corner of her eyes crinkled. ❝ Oh my, what an honor, truly a gentleman! Quite rare to find nowadays ❞, other than her radio-demon friend, no other sinner nor hellborn, had greeted her in such a proper manner. Not even the bastards that she had dared to call her husband.

     At his self-deprecating comment though, her smile lost that previous glee as hollowed eyes observed him with a hint of sadness. Naturally through the grapevine, and many informants of hers, had already informed her about Estes and his deals with the weaker kind, since she would never rely on the likes of VoxTech technology ( new brand name pending? ) due to knowing it was a two-way device that could keep tabs on her and her people — but it could very well be her own paranoia and distrust of such technology.

     ❝ No dear, I have only ever heard of your kindness. After all, It's rare for a sinner to be benevolent and keep their values intact once they end down here in Hell, the Pride Ring... It has it's ways to twist someone, whether the constant exposure to violence or the slow corruption this place seems to ignite ❞.

"Nice to know I made a good first impression, in spite of the head injury." Rarely did someone or something catch her on the back foot and typically the amulet had her tank hits. It wasn't fool-proof, but Blazer could count the times she's been injured on one hand since receiving the gift.

As for her own thoughts on him, Blazer knew she had to be careful. Technically, she went from being rescued by him to being his boss. Seemed to be an on going theme, might as well print up business cards, two versions: Damsel in Distress and Rescuer, if she was going to recruit while recovering or rescuing others from street brawls.

A long, somewhat weary sigh left Robert's lips at the news, hand rising to pinch the bridge of his nose for a moment before his gaze shifted to the little criminal he had apparently raised. "Beef, we've talked about this," he spoke, getting down on one knee, taking his dogs face in his hands — carefully, not overwhelming him, though that probably wasn't possible. Beef was happy with any attention he received after all. "You're on a diet. I'm bad enough as it is giving you bites of my food."

Beef just panted happily up at Robert, no thoughts behind his eyes, completely unrepentant with his tail wagging back and forth.

"crying is a completely normal and HEALTHY response to emotional situations." she blanched, because even if she did mean what she said... well, she could practically FEEL how corporate it was. it was all well and good to joke about how she sounded like a capital M Manager, but when it happened -- a sigh. come on, blazer. drop the facade.

"i cry all of the time," she finally admitted with a small, sheepish smile. something real, something true, something vulnerable. "movies, songs, commercials... i cried seeing a small dog in a sweater at the coffee shop this morning. it was so cute that i almost forgot to order my coffee at all." and of course it wasn't the same, not even CLOSE. not even in the same HEMISPHERE for comparison. but maybe, just maybe, it would make him feel a little bit better.