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[heavenfell]

[Everyone loves broadcasts that open with a scream. Hurried, breathless words follow for keen listeners:

"You're safe. Stop arguing with me. We will make our way back in time."

A light is turned on and Alexiel, clothed only in her long, dark curls can be seen standing by a door.

"I will take you out into the morning air."

She reaches for the doorknob, but she pauses, frozen halfway there.

"I am not a harlot."

Even though she defends her state of undress, Alexiel turns to the closet, opening it. Dressing takes next to no time and she finally reaches for her communicator.]

You really are a naughty boy.

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[heavenfell]

[There is the flash of a small smile - there and gone - before she gazes at him calmly.]

A creature, am I? Well, in deference to my wild nature, I appreciate the sacrifice you are willing to make. I think, as long as you are yourself, I have nothing to fear.

[She turns to look at the residential building, one hand on her hip.]

I wouldn't let you remain in pain. I don't believe in torture.

[neverbeentogeorgia]

[ Said with an accompanying nonchalant shrug. ]

We're all creatures, natural, mortal, or otherwise. There will always be pain, so long as we're alive. You don't need to take it upon yourself to try to alleviate it all.

[ There's a brief pause, and it's not like you could really easily tell whether or not he's debating the wisdom of continuing (but he is). ]

If you're really serious about it, though...

[heavenfell]

If I wasn't serious, I would not have offered.

[Her expression is quite flat. If he insists on dragging his feet and being a grump, she can go on a walk by herself.]