PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS - BEAU

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[ she kicks at the dirt as she walks. and regrets it. hrgh. ]

He's not gonna fucking learn vulnerability isn't dangerous if people keep fucking with him like this. [ she says, annoyed. ] People thinking it's funny to upset him like that doesn't fucking sit well with me. It's one thing to make fun of him, it's another to mind control his shit.

[ she presses her hand a little further into her stomach. ] ... I'm glad he's doing better, I just don't want him to backslide.

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Yeah. I agree.

I tease him all the time, but that's just because I like to think I know when he's just spouting whatever he wants to gain some distance. This isn't teasing. Even if someone is using their power just for the sake of a task, that doesn't make it right.

I won't lie, I'm pretty sure he's going to be mortified. What he'll do beyond that, I don't know. But we'll deal with that after trial.

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[A glance at her hand, then back at her. Beau, uh, you alright there buddy...]

Hey, are you sure you're going to be okay?

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[ she's definitely slowing down. she nods a little bit at that first bit, focused on just walking and then when he asks, she glances over at him. ]

... Yeah. Yeah, I'm - I'll be okay. I think I just overdid it in the hot springs. [ she got up really fast and nearly slipped a few times, her everything hurts. ] I'm not used to having to heal normally, I might. Need to sit.

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Not much good to go full throttle when you don't have a healer around, right? [There's an empathetic to edge in how he says it. The lack of Seventh Fonists around in the last couple months has been kind of jarring, to say the least. It felt so ancient to not have access to normal medicine and healing.] Here. Let's get you seated, then. There should be something right up the path there. Don't push yourself.

[except they've got a long ways to go from here to the portal, and then from the portal to her cabin.

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Eugh. He knows what he should probably offer, but his skin crawls just thinking about it.]

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[ she's quiet until they make it to the seat up the path - when she does manage to find a place to sit, she just sinks down and breathes harshly through her nose a bit. she's not unused to pain, not at all, but after months of her worst aches and pains just being brushed away by jester's magic, she's really feeling it.

she probably should've stayed in her cabin, but she wanted to be nosy with the hot springs, so. here she is, eye closed, hair in her face. ]

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[He'll stand guard over her, casting a look over his shoulder towards where they came from, then from where people had already left, and there's no one else in sight right now...

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Yeah, the longer she sits here, the more he KNOWS he has to make up his mind. There's no way in hell he can just let her force herself to camp like this.





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His voice gets considerably more nervous.]

Hey...

Beau, I think it might be a bad idea to let you keep going like this. If you're up for it, I can-- [hrk]

...I can carry you.

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[ there's a pause. she looks up at him, and frowns. ]

... You don't need to carry me, man, I can make it. [ she sounds hesitant. ] I don't wanna stress you out.

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[Hesitancy all up in this conversation right now, honestly.]

I've been able to get myself through it before.

Besides, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened and I couldn't do anything.

...It's up to you, though.

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[ she shakes her head. ]

No, no. I'm - I'm okay enough. [ for now. in fact, she's going to slowly pull herself to her feet. ] I've had worse, and it's not worth freaking you out over.

[ she's blunt and rude sometimes, but the thought of actively making someone deeply uncomfortable or afraid makes her want to die, a little. ]

Let's go.

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Beau, that's not--

[Aaaand she's up on her feet again. He cuts himself off with a sigh, hovering at an arm's length as usual.]

Hey, come on, pity's the last thing I want to hear right now. This is about you being safe, not what makes me uncomfortable or you needing to prove something.

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[ she makes a face at him. ]

Pity's the last thing I want to hear right now. I can make it back to the camp. [ probably. ]

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That's not--

[Oof. Okay, whatever. He'll just put his hands up in resignation, taking a step back. Fine, fine...]

I didn't mean it like that. Sorry. I'm just concerned about you. Can you blame me for wanting to make sure you stay in one piece?

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I know you didn't. [ she wraps her arms around herself. ]

It's okay, I just... don't get why you'd be willing to make yourself uncomfortable in order to help me out.

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Because it's the right thing to do.

[There's a laugh, though it's tired.]

I'm a servant, Beau. This is just kind of what I do in my nature. Besides, I told you before, didn't I? You're a decent person. I wouldn't just leave you behind if I could help it.

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[ bleh don't compliment her she doesn't know what to do with it!! she shifts, and then just - starts to walk. slowly. ]

A servant, huh. I thought you were a noble.

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[... That... honestly surprises him. Where in the world...

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Interesting guess. What makes you say that?

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[ she tilts her head slightly. ]

Asch said something to you about a House Gardios needing an heir during trial. [ sniff. ] But you don't really act like one, I guess.

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[Damn it, Asch.]

You're sharp.

Both are right. I've been a servant most of my life, and my current situation leaves me doing pretty much the same thing most of the time.

But Asch is right. I'm under vassalge to His Majesty Emperor Peony the Ninth, as the current heir of the house of Count Gardios.

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I listen, that's all. [ she uses what she has. ]

You under vassalage willingly or unwillingly?

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[A pause.]

Willingly.

You ask that like you're familiar with how it works. Not you first run-in with the noble crowd? [Is that fancy name not just for show after all?]

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[ she makes a face. ]

No. It's not. [ ... she considers leaving it there, and then just sighs. ] I'm from a rich family. We're not nobles, necessarily, but we rub shoulders with them constantly.

We make wine. Lionett wine. It's the best in Wildemount.

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[Huh.]

Didn't take you as one for that kind of lifestyle, either. [There's a joking tone to it, light and slightly empathetic.]

Did your family exclusively sell to the upper class, or was that just something that came on from success?

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[ she snorts, glancing at him. ]

Success, mostly. We own the land that grows the specific type of grapes you need to make our wine. They don't grow anywhere else. My dad made some deal to get it a long time ago.

[ she doesn't know the specifics of that deal from her current canon point but wow is it a doozy. ]

I hated it and I haven't been in the middle of it for a few years now, so. Maybe that's why I don't feel like a rich kid.

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Nothing wrong with that. If you have to make your own path in life, then that's what matters more than a family name sometimes, right?

[says the one who doesn't have Gardios anywhere on his bus pass, but eh.]

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[ her lips twitch. ]

Definitely. I'm a Nie, now. I can leave that other shit behind. Not like they wanted me to keep it anyway. [ she presses her hand to her stomach again as she walks. ]