[ she'll find the cafe closed upon her arrival and, just as Mydei claimed, the door unlocked for her to come inside. almost in preparation for the worst Mydei made a point to put away the critters before her arrival, so once she steps inside she is only greeted by one of the chimeras, Beagle Coconut, who paces around her worriedly.
it may have fed off Mydei's anxiety judging by the way he comes marching out the kitchen mere second later. ]
[ Once she stumbles through the door of the cafe and is met with the worried little chimera--who, she thinks, looks familiar, though she can't place it in the moment--she allows herself to relax and sinks into the nearest available seat. Which... is, like, any of them, since apparently all of the animals are put away. He didn't have to go that far for this...
The sight that Mydei is greeted with as he emerges from the kitchen is simple--Cyrene sitting in a chair, one arm pulled close to herself and her heels tucked up under the edge of the chair. Her knees are scraped, and the sleeve of her jacket on that arm is ripped in a few places, the remaining fabric soaked through with bright gold. ]
Funny that you assumed right away that I had gotten hurt. I never said anything of the sort. [ She can't deny it now, though. Not with the evidence plain as day in front of them. ]
[ he's at her side almost immediately, lowering himself down to her level and looking over the injury. the golden blood doesn't seem to bother him, the fact she is bleeding alone is what appears to bother him. gently, Mydei takes her arm in his grip and tilts his head, golden eyes scanning over the remains of a torn jacket with a frown. ]
Can you take your arm out of the jacket? I can get you a new one but I'd prefer not to tear it off your arm.
[ She does her best not to flinch as he takes hold of her arm, but... the cuts do sting, there's no ignoring that. ]
I can... I can. [ mumbling to herself. ] I-I can't believe I ruined this one, I stole it from Hephaestion ages ago...
[ Slowly, she works her arm out of the jacket, though she turns her head away at the sight of all that blood. It reminds her too much of the memories that have been resurfacing, so many of them stained this same gold. ] I-- it's not just... because I got hurt, you know... I can look after myself. But... [ But...? ]
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it may have fed off Mydei's anxiety judging by the way he comes marching out the kitchen mere second later. ]
Where are you hurt?
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The sight that Mydei is greeted with as he emerges from the kitchen is simple--Cyrene sitting in a chair, one arm pulled close to herself and her heels tucked up under the edge of the chair. Her knees are scraped, and the sleeve of her jacket on that arm is ripped in a few places, the remaining fabric soaked through with bright gold. ]
Funny that you assumed right away that I had gotten hurt. I never said anything of the sort. [ She can't deny it now, though. Not with the evidence plain as day in front of them. ]
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[ he's at her side almost immediately, lowering himself down to her level and looking over the injury. the golden blood doesn't seem to bother him, the fact she is bleeding alone is what appears to bother him. gently, Mydei takes her arm in his grip and tilts his head, golden eyes scanning over the remains of a torn jacket with a frown. ]
Can you take your arm out of the jacket? I can get you a new one but I'd prefer not to tear it off your arm.
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I can... I can. [ mumbling to herself. ] I-I can't believe I ruined this one, I stole it from Hephaestion ages ago...
[ Slowly, she works her arm out of the jacket, though she turns her head away at the sight of all that blood. It reminds her too much of the memories that have been resurfacing, so many of them stained this same gold. ] I-- it's not just... because I got hurt, you know... I can look after myself. But... [ But...? ]