A joy hard learned in winter was the warming of the bed { catch-all log }

[hasitsthorns]

Rosie

WHO ○ Rosie & you!

WHAT ○ A catch-all log for happenings outside of main events.

WHERE ○ All around Town and then some

WHEN ○ End of 2024/Beginning of 2025

WARNINGS ○ Body horror, self-harm, mentions of suicidal ideation from past events

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[hasitsthorns]

It's probably for the best he doesn't question, honestly, even if she would have explained (and probably to his embarrassment). Scattered as she is anyway, she does kind of follow her thoughts as they bounce around now. It's only the touch to her elbow and nudge in a different direction than the one she was headed that sees her realizing, right, she isn't alone.

Part of her had expected him to just leave, admittedly. Not that she doubted him, just- That's the way these things tend to go. (If she wasn't of any use, then why stick around?) Even living with Charlie, she tended to be independent and left to her own devices more than she didn't. "I am... obviously not very good at doing that," she answers, but does let him lead her back towards her bedroom with minimal fuss besides.

"I also can't ask you to, like, bring me stuff! Bringing me here was already a lot."

[errant_knight]

"Yes. As terrible as fish are about the business of climbing trees," he says, flatly. Sorry Rosie, he did watch you immediately go and do exactly what he accused you of likely doing if he didn't attend to you. He calls it out as mildly as a severe man like himself can. At least she doesn't physically resist.

"A lot?" He says, head tilting as he guides her to hopefully sit on the bed instead pursuing her wobbly wandering. This is not a lot. This is bare minimum in his eyes. "I disagree. You do not weigh much, and my strength is superior to most as is. A bit of gardening and bringing you supplies is perhaps one of the most minimal tasks I could rightly do."

Stepping back, he glances back toward the kitchen, then to Rosie.

"Are you amenable to deer meat? They are abundant, I have a friend that could prepare plenty of meals from one. Or I could simply bring the whole carcass. I've noted the eating habits of others changing to match their dragon's."

[hasitsthorns]

Not yet, at least. It's still a possibility that she might try and physically resist eventually... Granted, that would require her having the energy to. If she still does after everything, she might have earned the right to! (No, that's not how this works.)

He questions her statement though and it makes her question it now too. So, try and clarify: "Well, no, like physically it's not a lot just- The time, I guess, is more what I mean? Like- You probably have way better things to be doing with your time than all this." In her mind, most people would. Even The Morgans were always so busy; they made time for her, of course, but she could still feel like she was taking them away from other things.

"Venison isn't bad. Mutton is my favorite, though I'm not to eating a whole carcass stage yet." She wasn't going to knock it though since, yeah, it seemed like things might go that way.

[errant_knight]

He's got nothing but time, really. And the hours are spent honing himself to be useful, either by training or by listening to what his dragon wants to teach him about medicinal herbs. This is just another form of being useful, isn't it? More direct, more in-line with the service drilled into him from a young age. Maybe he's even looking forward to it a little.

"My schedule is not so busy that a lady in need of someone to ensure she does not overtax herself with her stubbornness cannot be attended to. I have some experience in the matter; it ought to be put to use." He's already walking to a window to look out over the garden to see the state it's in.

"As for mutton, I will see what I can find. I have a very dear friend who is an excellent cook, and I'm sure I can convince him to prep a few extra meals." Of course, he wouldn't ask Ignis without properly offering to repay the favor, but he'll think of that later, or perhaps leave it to the other man to decide. Either way, he doubts he'll mind.

[hasitsthorns]

The garden is, perhaps surprisingly, in incredible shape and thriving despite the frost. Rosie has always had a way with nature and plants to begin with, but her powers through Demora were only enhanced it seemed. Well, when those very same powers weren't trying to undo her. Although simply nauseated and fatigued currently, she did worry it was only a sign of worse to come. Guess she'd figure that out when she needed to.

"If you say so," is her only retort. Although she can think of a million better ways to spend one's time, she isn't about to continue admonishing him for it. How could she, when she'd do the same for someone else that needed her? She wishes she could see herself in that light, sometimes, but for now- Rosie will continue to be a bit stubborn about it.

"I'll pay him back somehow," she offers, too, despite the yawn that escapes her shortly after. Being tired isn't anything new for Rosie, but this tired and so swiftly was. "Just let me know."

[errant_knight]

Ravus nods, approving of finally winning this silly standoff. Her yawn is all but a white flag waving to him, and he turns to her briefly.

“Get some rest. I will see to a few things in the meanwhile. You have my word that nothing will be lost to you or damaged in the meanwhile, and that none will disturb you either.” He does a quick, half-bow with the promise to show his sincerity, but he’s already moving to work a second later. He’s nothing if not efficient.

Which means that is how he spends the rest of the afternoon, tending to a surprisingly lush garden this deep into the colder seasons, making sure the pantry is stocked. Checking for enough dry goods should he not be able to procure as much meat as he might like. Despite his size, he is oddly quiet about all his tasks, mindful of disturbing her rest as he treads lightly.

When he’s satisfied to his absurd levels of perfectionism though, she’s still asleep. He doesn’t think it necessary to wake her before he leaves, but there is one more thing he does. Ravus takes a cup, fills it with water, and sets it on the corner of the kitchen counter. Bringing up his mechanical arm, Ravus picks a few of the bright blue blooms from amidst the vines. He arranges them neatly in the cup, leaving a Tenebraen time-honored gift of flowers for visiting a friend, before he makes a quiet exit.