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Gwenog Jones (haveyoumet_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Not all, but I'll take it," she said, brushing the compliment away. In a way she didn't really want to contemplate exactly why he knew so much healing magic, this fragile little boy. Well, he was a man really, but not a particularly old one, or perhaps his stature made him look even younger than he was.

She smirked slightly when he said she wasn't a bitch. "Well, I don't actually like the word, no, but I'm not actually the nicest person, I just think there are limits," she said. "This definitely crossed the limits." She said emphatically. She appreciated his sincerity, and even though she hoped that anyone else would have stopped to help she knew that wasn't the case. If that was the case she wouldn't be in this position in the first place.

"Ahh, fuck," Gwenog muttered to herself when he reverted to both sounding terrified and broken, and speaking English. "Well then, I think I'm going to lean against that wall until you're ready to move," she said, pointing over her shoulder to the opposite wall, near the entrance to the alleyway. She wasn't going to leave until she'd seen him marginally more together. And she didn't want to risk the possibility of the arseholes coming back again either.

She nodded politely to him and moved away to take up her sentry position, standing facing slightly out into Monument Alley, but so that she could still see him from the corner of her eye. She settled in a comfortable position, spine aligned, breathing controlled and relaxed as much as she could. She could stay like this for...well, a decent length of time.