some kind of resolution (january catch-all for nancy and annie)

[stauncherhearted]

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Catch-All for January for this lovely Midnight witch, and another lovely Irish hunter. Specific starters can be found in the comments! Please feel free to write your own, or PM me if you'd like something specific!

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[knightscode]

The intensity of her response surprises him and he stops, eyes wide as he studies her.

"Do you want something to bite down on?" he prompts, hesitant to keep doing something that hurts her so much. "Once I have it clean I can close it quickly, assuming this -- well, I admit I do not know how... this slime will react to it but I am hoping it will stop if i get it all off."

Do magical first aid courses exist? He needs to go on one. 'How to deal with magical injury'. Maybe Redbright has one? Guardians should have one, it would be so useful at times like this.

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy shakes her head. "N-no. I'm fine. I just- it stings, is all." All of this is hissed through her teeth, and she takes a break to grab for the whiskey bottle. After a hearty sip, she nods.

"Alright, let's just get this over with. Anything is better than my usual method." Which tended to be super-glue, when her magic wasn't going to be able to heal her.

[knightscode]

He regards her warily a moment longer, gives a slow nod finally and moves to grab a fresh piece of cotton wool -- soaks it in the antiseptic and begins dabbing again.

"Easy," he murmurs softly, "it's good when things hurt. Means you can still feel what's going on, that it's doing something. It's always worse if you can't feel it."

Lancelot watches her expression carefully, reaches out his other hand after a moment for one of hers to squeeze gently. To give her something to grip for security if she needs to.

[stauncherhearted]

This time, Nancy grits her teeth, prepared for the sensation. One hand grips the sofa as he takes care of it.

When his hand approaches hers, however, she switches, placing her small hand in his. "You're good at this," she says through mostly-closed eyes. "I need to thank you."

[knightscode]

"You can thank me by getting better. By not getting hurt again, if you can manage it."

He cleans the wound as best he can, squinting at the damage and thinning his lips as he tries to work out the best way to handle it. Cleaning it all is one thing, but now he has to decide how to make sure it closes nicely and doesn't bleed everywhere.

Throwing aside the cotton wool he picks up a few pieces of tissue paper, holds them against it and then gently moves Nancy's hand to cover and hold them herself.

"Feel like telling me what this was all about?"

[stauncherhearted]

"I'll see what I can do." This wasn't her idea, for the record.

She holds her hand against the wound, glancing up at him. Of course he wants her to tell him. "No," is the answer, but she adds: "but I have a feeling you won't let up till I do." She takes another drink. Telling him would mean telling a Guardian. His word would get to the Night Council and-

And Norrell.

Even if he didn't tell him, making one person think twice about the man would be good.

"He'd seen me with Norrell's assistant- got the wrong idea." She'll leave Fagin out of it. "He thought I was spying." But she'd never betray those she was close with. Not in a million years.

[knightscode]

Well that's hardly ideal. Lancelot winces sympathetically, frowns as he thinks.

"I suppose that telling him how much trouble Norrell has been causing for your own Circle wasn't convincing, then."

Since she's clearly been hurt regardless.

"You said he's not... family to you, but...?"

But, well, she used his name in hers before. A father she disowned, maybe, or...?

[stauncherhearted]

"He wasn't much in the mood for listening," she tells him. "He seemed more of a grunt than the smart sort."

The type that only understood violence.

"Who-? The fae that attacked me?" She didn't want to talk about Fagin.

[knightscode]

"You know that isn't who I meant," Lancelot chides gently. He can't force her to talk, he won't, but Lancelot can't deny he's curious too. He knows nothing about Fagin himself, after all, other than what Nancy is told him -- which is little enough. "I can't help if you don't tell me what it is I'm up against."

Since after all, Lancelot would like to help -- if his help is welcome or not is another thing.

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy wrinkles her nose, turning her top lip up in irritation.

"He raised me." Got her her apartment, put her on the street, still demanded money from her, among other things. "His name is Fagin. And he's nothing but bad news."

But all the same.

"You're not going after him."