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[laminae]

[He blinks at her, shocked. Back home witches were... witches. Their own thing, like wizards and vampires. It's never occurred to him that a witch could be just that and something else.]

Wait, really?

[Is now a good time to be curious about this? But he can't help feeling that way.]

Are you something that isn't gonna die from blood loss?

[sathan]

( she nods and though it's slower than before it will stop itself )

I'm a demon.

( she knows the information is safe with him, knowing he has his own demon, that he didn't condemn her for some of her own actions. he'd already semi-confessed doing something dreadful himself but then she'd met his own demon, something she planned to talk to him about.

lilith holds her hand out to him, the one on her left arm, her other still pressed to the wound )

We should get off the street.

[laminae]

[She's right, he doesn't have a problem with that confession. He's encountered plenty of demons in his life, good and bad, so he's only mildly surprised rather than horrified.]

Oh - yeah.

[Grabbing her hand, he'll stand. He's still concerned about her injury, and sitting around out here isn't going to help. He'll follow her.]

That's cool. One of my best friends is half demon.

[sathan]

( though she stands lilith doesn't lead them anywhere, using her magic to teleport them to her home. particularly with her injury lilith wanted to get there quickly and they did have some pressing topics to talk about )

Tea?

( she's going to go to the kitchen anyway, getting herself something strong along with tea. and maybe a bandage )

[laminae]

[Aaand he's jumping again. Teleportation: not an ability that's easy to get used to when there's no warning.]

You gotta warn me when you do that!

[It takes him a beat to process her question, since he's immediately looking around. This place is certainly... rustic. All the candles and wood remind him of the Tree Fort, strangely enough.]

S - sure.

[... Wait, that isn't a good answer.

He hesitates, before following after her. Explaining this is always weird and uncomfortable.]

Or - you don't need to. I can't drink anything, I uh. Absorb through my roots.

[sathan]

( she's not used to taking passengers with her, not usually needing to warn someone when she does teleport. but she nods, hearing him follow.

she starts with wrapping a towel around her arm, she doesn't keep bandages in the kitchen (nor have any but she'll sort that) before washing the blood from her hands )

That doesn't matter.

( if that's how he 'drank' then he could. the same question stands and as she turns to him she fixes him with a look, expecting an answer )

Water?

( if it would be better than tea for his absorption. she was a demon, she didn't judge )

[laminae]

[Well, that's a relief. He's only drank using his roots in front of one person here, and Will didn't judge him for it. It's nice knowing there's a second person who doesn't care about his awful body.]

Tea's okay. I think. Unless it's deadly to plants. I haven't tried it before.

[He isn't actually sure, having stuck to drinking water since becoming Fern. But it's made from plants so it can't be toxic, right? Probably? One of these days he's going to finally read a book on plant biology.

He's going to find part of the counter to awkwardly lean against, out of her way.]

Thanks for helping me out. Sorry about your arm.

[sathan]

( look, fern, she just regrew your arm and told you she was a demon if she had hangups she'd be in a poor position to judge.

but she simply nods, moving to make the tea, keeping her left arm close to her to help keep the towel pressed against it. once she's made the drinks she'll find a better solution )

I've had worse injuries. ( which isn't reassuring but given that she's still calm about it, no anger or dislike to him means that she bears him no ill will. it's this place that will pay for everything that it's done ) But you should be more careful.

[laminae]

[While he's grateful she isn't mad about, he still feels bad. It was entirely preventable.]

I know. [He's really, really bad at being careful, though.] Guess I got carried away fighting them.

[This is far from the first time he's gotten carried away in a fight, so he sounds more weary than upset.]

[sathan]

With your-- demon?

( she turns, handing him one of the cups of tea, picking the second up once he's taken it )

I met it.

[laminae]

Wh -

[He takes the tea, incredibly confused.]

Wait, what? What demon?

[sathan]

( she gestures to the door, walking through to the main room, taking him to the table that had two chairs at it so they could sit and talk )

It had told me that you'd worked in partnership.

( she'd been right to be suspicious of that )

Are you not aware of it?

( it was unusual having a demon within someone without it being in control. but it had explained it not as a possession )

[laminae]

[He stares a her for several seconds, before heading over to the dining room table and taking a seat. Not wanting to forget about his tea, he sets his cup on the table before extending some roots from his fingers and dunking them in.

Not the most polite way to drink, but he doesn't have a lot of options here.]

Are you joking? Is this some weird demon joke? I'm made out of grass, I'm not a demon.

[He's missing something, here.]

[sathan]

You are.

( that had been very evident when she'd healed him. a wave of her hand sees her conjuring various medical supplies, taken from somewhere within deerington -- cleaning wipes, gauze, a bandage. she'd do what she could, working on her arm as she continues speaking )

I spoke to it in the-- dream. It spoke of the sword.

[laminae]

What, that desert place with the giant worms?

[At least that's clear to him.]

Maybe you were dreaming like normal, 'cause we haven't run into each other there yet.

[Though, as he says that, he blinks and scratches his head.]

- Wait, have we? [Why does that feel like deja vu? He furrows his brow as he considers that question.] - Yeah, no. We haven't.

[He... does not sound overly sure of that, though.]

[sathan]

You weren't there. Just the demon.

( the blood cleaned from her arm lilith begins to bandage it. she should do more, any mortal would need stitches for this but she isn't mortal and it won't be long before the bleeding ceases entirely )

You spoke to me once of a sword -- the grass sword.

[laminae]

Uh, yeah.

[She was dreaming. That's what this is, she was having a normal dream that felt real or the town was messing with her.

Or maybe it's the blood loss? Maybe he should have insisted on a hospital....]

Back home there are demons, and it wasn't one of them.

[sathan]

Perhaps not.

( she pauses briefly, masking her pain as much as she can as she wraps the wound, bandage the length of her arm from elbow to wrist )

Do you remember how you were formed? How this version of you came to exist?

[laminae]

[He slumps a little in his chair, going quiet so as to not bother her while she fixes up her arm.]

Yeah, I told you before. The Grass Sword and Finn Sword merged.

[Why are they even talking about this? He doesn't want to talk about this.]

[sathan]

And with a demon.

( with her bandaging complete she leans back in her chair, drinking some of her tea )

Two swords could not solely make the body you have.

[laminae]

Why not?

[He frowns. His memories of that whole nonsense aren't the clearest (they're completely blank, in fact), but that doesn't automatically mean demon.]

A paradox in a time loop made Finn Sword, why couldn't two swords make me?

[He feels a little defensive about this. Talking about how bizarre and incomprehensible his life is usually ends up making him feel like he's exposing raw nerves to lemon juice.]

[sathan]

Are you certain about that?

( because it did sound strange. either magic had done something or it was another outside force )

How much do you know of demons?

[laminae]

The ones back home are from the Nightosphere. And some of them have soul-sucking powers.

[He pauses a moment, thinking deeply, before finishing:]

Their blood makes a good sword, too. That's about it.

[sathan]

Their blood.

( he was the one that had said it )

You were a sword. Now a new body formed not only of the Grass Sword and the Finn Sword but the demon -- their blood forming what you are.

( it's the only explanation that she had )

[laminae]

What, so I'm not grass, I'm some screwed up demon blood junk??

[That sounds crazy, even to him. He's had a hard enough time wrapping his head around being a plant, he doesn't want to have to face something potentially worse.

His defensiveness is quickly becoming volatile agitation.]

No way. No way. I'm grass, that's all!