Rufus Catch-All

[misstrust]

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[misstrust]

... Do you really want me to come up with something or do you want to suggest something you'd consider equivalent?

[ He probably doesn't like the idea of owing anyone, whether it's true or not. ]

[soulus]

Would you like me to change your dressing for the week?

[misstrust]

...

[ Dorothy lifts an eyebrow and the horse suddenly shifts and stamps a foot, as though she's taken offense to something.

But then the horse resettles as Dorothy huffs out a sigh. He's probably not saying she's not competent enough to handle it on her own, as she has been. ]

Fine. I'll take care of Rupe and you can help me with the bandages.

[soulus]

[The wolf continues to lie on the ground as she blinks slowly, not startled in the slightest by the stomp.]

Thank you for your cooperation.

[misstrust]

You really didn't have to do anything... did you think I'd take advantage of it?

[ Well. It's probably a rhetorical question. ]

[soulus]

I just hate being in debt.

[The wolf's tail thumps once, then twice.]

[misstrust]

[ Is that a wag or an unhappy thump, she still doesn't speak Wolf-- ]

... Well, that's fair enough. [ It's not like she can blame him. ]

I suppose our relationship has been a series of exchanges, for the most part. But I do feel as though I'm getting the better part of the deal here.

[ She likes this standoffish little punk.

And Rupe, too. ]

[soulus]

[That's for him to know and for her to find out.]

Changing the dressing every day will hone my ability to do so one-handed.

[misstrust]

[ Rude. ]

Ah, I see. Training.

[ For some reason, Dorothy just sounds amused-- but then she shifts to her feet. ]

Would you like to start now, then?

[soulus]

Is that all right?

[This is the part of the bargain where she's on the receiving end. He'll start when she wants to start.]

[misstrust]

It's fine. We can work out a time of day that works for both of us this week, going forward.

[ Listen, Rufus still gets a say in this. ]

[soulus]

Do you have a preference? I can fit you in any time.

[misstrust]

In the evening, then? It should also give us a chance to discuss anything that might have happened during the day.

[soulus]

[He nods.]

I will be at the first aid station.

[misstrust]

All right, then. We have an agreement!

[ ... Yet again. But she offers her hand for a shake as she balances on her crutches. ]

[soulus]

[The wolf stays in place while Rufus reaches out with his bandaged hand for that shake. They'll meet in the evening, then.]

[misstrust]

Then, if there's nothing else you need from me... I'll come meet you tonight.

[ Which is just if we wanna timeskip we can-- ]

[soulus]

[Evening comes before long. True to his word, Rufus waits at the first aid station, where he grabs the supplies necessary to dress Dorothy's stomach wound. The wolf sits beside him, opposite of the side Rupe usually would be.]

[misstrust]

[ And true to her word-- Dorothy's taken Rupe to her room since then. The horse accompanies her, but opts to wait outside and when Dorothy enters, it's with a nod to the man and his wolf. ]

I have to say, I didn't think we'd be doing this again... though the situation is vastly different.

[ She's not bleeding profusely, for starters. ]

[soulus]

[And he's got one hand as opposed to two. The scales balance.]

Please sit down. This will be quick.

[Just like before, the wolf's tail thumps against the floor once. Rufus has gathered the supplies on a stand and waits for Dorothy to take a seat, so that he may begin.]

[misstrust]

[ He's as brilliant a conversationalist as ever, though she'll keep that comment to herself. Dorothy spares the wolf a curious glance, but obeys and settles her crutches against the wall as she takes a seat. ]

Be gentle.

[ She can only spare him so many teasing comments. ]

[soulus]

That will be difficult.

[Rufus pulls a stool up to sit across Dorothy. His gaze falls on her abdomen and the fabric covering it, then flits up to her face.

Please roll the clothing up or down or take it off altogether.]

[misstrust]

Aren't most things?

[ But Dorothy reads the request well enough, so she carefully bends to lift the hem of her ridiculous medieval dress and then just-- takes it off altogether, placing it over her lap for some form of modesty maybe.

It comes with a camisole-like shift underneath anyway, which she rolls up. The bandages are gone from the wound itself, to spare them a step. And there it is, still very much a stab wound but one doing its best to heal. ]

[soulus]

[If her state of undress affects him, neither he nor the wolf shows it.

Rufus moves in once Dorothy has settled, reaching down to first clean the healing wound with a cursory dab to ensure that nothing got in while she went without a dressing. His touch is more clinical than tender, though it isn't rough, either. Then he applies fresh gauze over the site.]

[misstrust]

[ It's fine, Dorothy knows there's not a single hormone in him that would be affected by her undressing--

And she holds still as he works, only wincing once. He's helping, she'd rather not be a difficult patient. ]