[He doesn't immediately refuse, which is what he'd do with almost anyone else, but he does eventually give a long exhale as he shakes his head.]
Not right now, but thank you.
[Maybe in the future, but it's a conversation he would need to mentally prepare for and he definitely can't handle that right now after everything else that happened today.]
I'm just... Going to try to eat some of this sandwich and then sleep for like, ten hours. You don't have to stay, if you don't want to.
[He finally convinces himself to start on his sandwich, though he does toss a small bite to Sandy. She's not spoiled at all, nope.]
Are you feeling okay, yourself?
[He's kind of been forgetting about the effects of the illness himself, because they're blending into the effects of blood loss, but he realizes with some guilt that she might be feeling sick too.]
[Sandy makes a delighted and very cute noise, leaning into the ear-scratching with one eye closed, although the other is still watching Lance in hopes of getting more sandwich.]
I can't tell you what to do, but just... Don't get into a fight with that thing, at least.
[He doesn't want her getting hurt because of him; he's not going to tell her she can't talk to Michael, just hopefully not in person. The Visitor is horrifying and ridiculously dangerous and no matter how capable Kyna is, Lance doesn't want her taking that kind of risk just because she's upset about what happened to him.]
[He's quietly relieved she doesn't seem bothered, even though logically he'd known she probably wouldn't be.]
It'd be less 'ditching' and more 'taking a brief detour', and that's only if he'd agree to teach me anyway. You're still the best magic teacher around, as far as I'm concerned.
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[She rests her shoulder against his.]
Sorry I freak you out. You know, with the shirt thing.
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That wasn't your fault.
[He offers a faint smile.]
We might both have to agree not to apologize about anything else.
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[That's probably a good idea.]
Do you want to, um... Talk about it?
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Not right now, but thank you.
[Maybe in the future, but it's a conversation he would need to mentally prepare for and he definitely can't handle that right now after everything else that happened today.]
I'm just... Going to try to eat some of this sandwich and then sleep for like, ten hours. You don't have to stay, if you don't want to.
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Nope. You're not getting rid of me. I'm taking over your couch.
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I have a spare bedroom, you know.
[No need to sleep on the couch.]
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[Whoops.]
Fine. I'm taking over your spare bedroom, then.
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[He finally convinces himself to start on his sandwich, though he does toss a small bite to Sandy. She's not spoiled at all, nope.]
Are you feeling okay, yourself?
[He's kind of been forgetting about the effects of the illness himself, because they're blending into the effects of blood loss, but he realizes with some guilt that she might be feeling sick too.]
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Mostly. I mean, better than a lot of people, I think.
[She's just been generally feverish and feeling gross.]
Don't start worrying about me, though.
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Too late; I'm already worrying.
[But he's half-teasing as he says it, willing to take her word for it at the moment that she isn't horribly sick at least.]
There's some tea um... Somewhere, if you want it.
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[She reaches out to scratch Sandy behind her ears.]
You seriously don't want me to talk to Michael?
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I can't tell you what to do, but just... Don't get into a fight with that thing, at least.
[He doesn't want her getting hurt because of him; he's not going to tell her she can't talk to Michael, just hopefully not in person. The Visitor is horrifying and ridiculously dangerous and no matter how capable Kyna is, Lance doesn't want her taking that kind of risk just because she's upset about what happened to him.]
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Maybe that thing needs an ass kicking.
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I'm not sure anything really hurts it. Losing part of its leg just seemed to inconvenience it and nothing more.
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I shot it, several times. I also tried using magic, but it only seemed kind of curious about the fire; the shield worked, though.
[And it worked at exactly the right time that he'd needed it to.]
I didn't want to get close enough to touch it, so I didn't try electricity.
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[So who knows if it might've been more useful if he hadn't, but he did.]
I only had four bullets left, though, so not a lot of options.
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We can speed up your lessons, if you want.
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If it's okay with you, I'd like that, after you're feeling better.
[He hesitates another moment, before deciding to ask--]
Actually, um, I was wondering if you or Harlan knew any magic that heals, aside from your necklace.
[Because he was already interested in learning that before, but now even more so.]
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[She nudges him gently, shooting him a smile.]
What, are you gonna ditch me?
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It'd be less 'ditching' and more 'taking a brief detour', and that's only if he'd agree to teach me anyway. You're still the best magic teacher around, as far as I'm concerned.
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You're such a suck up.
[But it's clear she's quietly pleased, anyway.]
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You kind of just saved my life, so I think some flattery is the least I owe you.
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[Is she flustered? Maybe just a tiny bit. It feels weird to have it laid out so starkly like that.]
You would have done the same thing for me.
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