[026] OOM - There's no place like home

[tristranthorn]

His shoulder and arm are - thankfully - healed completely at this point. It has been many weeks, but the help of pain medication, good stress-free rest, and delicious food helped splendidly in his recovery.

However, the time to return to Faerie draws near. On the one hand, Tristran is quite glad of it. It is their home, after all, and he is looking forward to really starting...well, things with Yvaine. But on the other, there is the ever-looming realization that he will soon have to inherit an entire kingdom and the responsibility of it all is somewhat staggering.

His shoulder is still a little stiff from the lack of use, but at least he is now able to do things with both of his arms. It is a very good feeling.

He glances over at Yvaine.

Now it is simply a matter of bringing up the whole ... going home thing - if she doesn't bring it up first.

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[an_evening_star]

A blink.

Okay - totally not the response she was expecting there.

Her eyes flicker downward, nose wrinkling reluctantly before she nods.

"I suppose," she agrees, sighing mildly. "I could do it while you wash up."

[tristranthorn]

Yes. Well, like his mun, he's good at that whole ADD thing too, it seems.

"That's fine. And I'll help you when I come out," he offers.

"Also, we should probably take some provisions while we're here."

[an_evening_star]

"We will make sure that you do not starve, Tristran," she rolls her eyes, sitting and twisting her still-damp hair up, leaning over him to grab a pen off the bedside table to stick through it.

A mild nudge.

"Up then," she prompts. "Take your time, I'll take care of it."

[tristranthorn]

It takes him a short moment, but then he sits up, letting out a breath.

"All right," he says before he presses a quick and affectionate kiss to her lips, grinning.

"Thank you."

[an_evening_star]

"Don't get used to it," she quips and, placing her hands along the small of his back, shoves him along and knocks the door closed behind him with her hip.

She straightens her shoulders determinedly, surveying the room with narrowed blue eyes.

Alright - very well then. Straightening.

Straightening and organizing and dear and holy gods someone had to make that bed.