IC Inbox: In the Night

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[policier]

So it seems. Your boy was none too impressed with it.

( He turns his head. It's becoming quite difficult for Javert not to smirk, listening to Soldat's reassurances and sarcasm. He's none too worried about the Wild Hunt. Perhaps they could prove themselves useful, if they played their cards right. As for his other suggestion, Javert considers it silently. )

Perhaps we can begin thrice weekly training, then, once you and the others have recovered. How do you feel?

[worthallthis]

[Soldat wants to say they feel fine, but that haven't actually given Fjord his wisdom charm back yet, so they can't in fact say anything remotely untrue. What comes out is:]

I've been better. But I am recovering.

[Hmm. They add,]

I should be healed enough by Friday to teach at the classes again.

[policier]

Do not push yourself.

( It sounds like a warning, but Javert only means it out of concern. He should probably be taking his own advice, considering how beaten and sore his body is, and how slow his gait, but he cannot stand to remain idle for much longer.

He draws himself abruptly from the couch, disappearing silently toward the kitchenette. A few moments later, he returns with a mug of coffee. It doesn't seem as if he brewed it all that long ago, as the steam rolling off of it is still warm. He offers it out to Soldat, huffing a little, )

Drink that, at least. If you must insist on tending to me, then I should be allowed the same.

( It may not be much but. He's trying. )

[worthallthis]

[Soldat readily, even happily, accepts the coffee.]

Of course, sir. I won't even complain.

[They're very familiar with Misty needing to fuss, and after the last couple visits from Javert, they're starting to get a feel for his form of fussing. It's sweet, if much more gruff than Misty's or Sora's, or their own.]