You Got Hurt by a Pumpkin?!

Rexanna was well enough to speak and walk with him over to the couch, at least, but Bastien did not find himself very convinced by her quiet reassurance of 'I'm fine, I think'. She certainly didn't look fine. Had she not been Ascended, he would have been sure she was about to die. As it was, he knew she would likely heal..but that did not stop the stretched out despair in his chest. "A...a gourd. Like...a butternut squash...?" He asked, tilting his head. Was she mocking him? It seemed like it, but she touched his arm and she spoke proudly of having triumphed over it - Bastien imagined her aggressively pushing a fork into a 5 foot squash. While the image was entertaining, it did not explain the fluid coating her clothes. Or the list of breakages she gave. "...Rexanna...I.." He sighed. "It seems whenever you leave the house you end up in the most bizarre peril every time." But there was nothing to scold her about; she was an adult and he was not the kind to lock doors. "...Let me help you get out of these clothes and...how about a bath? I have some powder to put in it that the woman at the marketplace said would help with injuries." Gently, he reached to take her first layer off, trying to be cautious with her broken bones. "Remi offered to me that we could have our wedding rings have magic within them. I was not sure what to ask for, but...perhaps something to let me see how you are would be good. How would you feel about that?" Bastien Start by admitting from cradle to tomb Isn't that long a stay Life is a cabaret, old chum It's only a cabaret, old chum