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Vatheon Voicemail.

"Heeeey, Lysunder's voicemail here, and if you weren't looking for me, well then lucky you, leave a message anyway and maybe it will be the start of something revolutionary. Beep."

For the record, that first beep was him just saying beep. The real beep is in a few seconds.

-Beep.-

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I do not want to think about the details! You're going to do it regardless, I would just rather you be safe!

[He can probably hear the indignant blushing. It's pretty obvious.]

What details? You mean the dirty ones? [Oh yes, he can, it's actually pretty cute, hence why he's continuing.] What regardless, eh? Do what regardless?

It wouldn't be proper to talk about it. Would you like me to heal you up or not?

[Please say yes, she's actually really worried. Trolls in that sort of relationship aren't supposed to kill each other in theory, but the Highblood has never struck her as the gentle type. She's positive that he'll try to not kill him, but, well...]

[Awww, well if she sounds worried now, he'll stop.]

All right, all right. You wanna start now or-?

[She lets out a small sigh of relief. Dealing with terribly stubborn men is a lot of stress, and it's always nice when people are willing to compromise a bit. Besides, it's not like she's telling him to not do it at all - she just wants him to be ready first!]

That might be for the best, while they're still distracted. Are you in Darkleer's hive?

Uh, nah, I left as soon as I could handle it again. Still not topside though, don't think I really could handle the cold right now, heh.

At your tree house, then?

[She's only been a couple times, but it's a sight that's difficult to forget.]

As for the cold, there are enchantments that help a body retain heat. The open sky suits you.

Uh, near it. I'll meet you at the wood's edge, all right?

-Really?

All right.

[She laughs a bit.]

Yes, of course! I had to use one back home to survive in an area that had been frozen over by a curse. They're really quite effective.

Oh, I, I'd like that... If it's not too much trouble?

Not at all! Even if it were, I wasn't awake for Christmas, so I feel like I missed out on getting my friends any gifts. Something practical is best anyway, don't you think?

Oh, Christmas, right. Well you don't have to, heh, Trolls don't really have something so pleasant. [A nervous laugh, sounds of him getting up and moving now.]

Heh, practical? Guess so. I do tend to favor pleasure though. [Too bad you can't hear winks, hey?]

It isn't a holiday we have back on my world either, but it seemed quite nice last year. I'm a little disappointed I missed it this year.

[Whatever else she was going to say is replaced by vigorous eye rolling as she gets up and starts to move, too.]

I'm afraid that's not my area of expertise.

[It's a bit easier to not get flustered if they aren't face to face.]

Expertise? Well that's why you learn from someone more experienced. [Tis true, but they will be soon, try to contain yourself, Zelda, not that's he's much of a looker now at his older age.]

That wouldn't be much of a gift, would it? It sounds rather more like a lesson. I'm afraid you'll have to survive with something practical.

Practical works for me, has for sweeps. You're company'll do me enough pleasure on it's own anyway.

[Darkleer and the Highblood aren't the only hopeless ones here. Lysunder is forever a hopeless flirt. She tries to not smile at her communicator without much success, making her way out to the outskirts of the forest and looking up to the sky, waiting for him to show up.]

[hey, it's making her smile, right? That's only really why he flirts these days anyway.]

[Sky, eh, not so much, she'll hear a crunch from sticks before she ever sees him in the sky. He wasn't far away after all, and lately he's been trying to lay low, even if... he hasn't seen her at all lately. Summoner can't help but still be worried, false senses of security can be dangerous.]

Hey. [Said with a smile as he approaches, pretty damn banged up, chin and lips mangled to hell, wrapped up from his neck down to wrists and waist. Summoner moves rather smoothly, but you can tell there's a wince here and there.]

Guess I'll be on my way then-

[Her ears are quite sensitive, so she's looking in the right direction when he approaches, mouth drawing into a thin line.]

Nonsense. Sit down. Are your ribs cracked or bruised?

[Zelda wonders briefly if she should be asking him how much she should heal him up. Would it be offensive if she healed him entirely? What a strange sort of thing to have to think about.]

No no, it's all right, you've already cured me. [Shrugs, giving a wider smile.] Your presence alone~

Don't be ridiculous.

[There's no real bite behind her words. Whether she admits it or not, it does her some good to see Lysunder behaving as he always does. Zelda reaches out to pat at his torso gently, trying to get a feel for where the damage is.]

[Summoner just chuckles before suddenly wincing a bit, hissing at the pressure against one of his sides. Broken, definitely, from out it feels, and a few bruised.]

[Easy enough to fix at any rate. Leaving her hand in the spot where he winced, she closes her eyes and focuses her magic on knitting his ribs back together properly. As always, her magic feels warm, not unlike the light she draws her power from.

Well, that's interesting. They seem to have healed faster than she expected.]

Your bone density is a little low... how does that feel?

[Summoner slowly relaxes, growing silent as he tilts his head to watch her hand. Occasionally he glances up to her face before looking back.]

[Yep quick fix and Summoner's ears perk, lifting his head and then arm to roll it in it's joint, flexing his side a bit.]

Density? [Pause.] Oh yeah, I break like glass. [A laugh, giving her a grin.] Heal fast on my own too, not as fast as that though. Miracle worker, Zelda, thank you.

Of course. I can start work on an enchantment to keep the cold away too. What is your body temperature, typically?

[Judging from what she can feel through his shirt, he tends to run hot.]

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