[ anakin shakes his head before she is finished. he slips his fingers between hers, and covers the clasped hands with his mechno-arm. her relief is palpable in the force and in her expression. no matter his arrogance in a ship, with a weapon clasped, in the certainty of his own, not unimpressive abilties — before heartfelt gratitude, anakin is disarmed. less the proud knight, and more the earnest little boy who dreamt of stars and believed that if people would only help one another the galaxy would be a better place. ]
You don't owe me anything. I'm glad to serve.
[ his gloved fingers encircle her wrist. he eyes the bandages around her hands. they match the ones he slipped loose of drogon's neck and the tears of her cloak. from the steam of the dragon's blood, it isn't difficult to know from what she earned her injuries. unlike with drogon, he seeks her permission first. ]
[ He is a knight, and she took her mantle believing that the gods made kings and queens to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Yet what is she to do for someone who requires no protection, and tells her only that he is pleased to serve? She can grant him no lands, no shelter. He is not one of her children.
He takes her wrists in his, and her fingers curl instinctively, violet eyes studying his own in curiosity. She has healed from Drogon's burns before, but there is no reason to forgo help, when so many possess gifts.
In answer, she unfurls her fingers and nods. She is not yet at peace enough to fully jape, but she manages lightly, ]
It taught me to hone many gifts, [ anakin corrects her with a little smile. having been one false move away from becoming a dragon's next meal ( and with said dragon still nearby ), he can still manage levity more easily. the humor is tempered, however, by the subject matter. ] This I learned on the field. When it was only my master and I or when my men and I were cut off from reinforcements and supplies.
[ he unwinds the bandages as he speaks, careful not to pull at anything that may cling to burned skin. the skin is reddened and painful to look at. but considering the heat he felt rising from the dragon, the burns do not go as deep or seem as severe. from his belt he removes the supplies he needs.
anakin cleans the injured skin and applies a topical anesthetic to ease her discomfort. the bandages he winds around her fingers are bacta-lined to promote healing. ]
I was a little impulsive when I was younger. [ in contrast to now. ] And Master Obi-Wan and I were frequently on missions away from the capital so I had to learn to do much of this. He would deny it if he were here, but I was usually the one doing the rescuing.
He will be an old man and reminiscing the same of now. His hand is gentle, the metal one careful to avoid harsh contact, and she sighs when the salve is applied, grateful for the cool relief. There is something thick like a paste in the bandages, slippery, but not uncomfortable, and it does not ooze out onto her skin when the cloth is folded over.
Behind them, Drogon's anger has begun to cool. Perhaps it is the absence of some foreign substance in his blood, or perhaps it is Dany's own growing calm, but he brings up a winged claw and licks at the leather around it, a long, black tongue tending to a graze. On the ground, the metal has cooled to a queer shape, though it is still hot to the touch. ]
My army boils wine to stave away rot, [ she tells him as he finishes the tie on one hand. ] Bandages to conceal open wounds. Yet more oft than not, they fester unless some healer attends to their ranks. In Westeros the maesters are the learned healers, trained for years in their Citadel, though in Essos much of that responsibility falls to traveling women. Witches and maegi, who study under sorcerors in far-feared lands.
[ She had burned one of them. ]
You speak of your Obi-Wan often. [ The ties finished, she asks, ] Do you hope the rift should find him, as well?
[ his half-knowing, half-embarrassed grin tells no, not only when he was younger. he has an impetuous streak a mile wide, anakin knows. he is reminded of it enough, frequently by the very man she mentions.
any response he had to her description evaporates like so much mist under the rays of a sun. dany's question gives anakin pause. he thought frequently of returning, particularly when padmé was not present. with her here, most of his motivation to return has faded too. he is here, as is she, and the only way it could be more perfect is if luke were here, as well. does he hope the same of obi-wan? ]
He's been with me since I was nine years old, [ he begins slowly. since he was freed is what he doesn't say, though it's easy to surmise. anakin surrenders her hands, his own dropping. a little frown furrows his brow. he turns from her, walking a short distance away from her and the dragon. ]
Obi-Wan took me on as his padawan when I wasn't sure if I would be trained. We've been together since. [ stopping, anakin chuckles. ] I've spent longer away from my wife than I ever have from him.
[ his smile falls away too. blue eyes search out dany's. ]
He was like a father to me, then a brother. There are times I wish I could speak to him. He's a good, wise man, and…I miss him, [ anakin finishes helplessly. something like guilt darkens his eyes, and he has to look away. ] I'm not sure he'd approve of me here. I don't think he'd agree with what I've done.
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You don't owe me anything. I'm glad to serve.
[ his gloved fingers encircle her wrist. he eyes the bandages around her hands. they match the ones he slipped loose of drogon's neck and the tears of her cloak. from the steam of the dragon's blood, it isn't difficult to know from what she earned her injuries. unlike with drogon, he seeks her permission first. ]
Let me?
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He takes her wrists in his, and her fingers curl instinctively, violet eyes studying his own in curiosity. She has healed from Drogon's burns before, but there is no reason to forgo help, when so many possess gifts.
In answer, she unfurls her fingers and nods. She is not yet at peace enough to fully jape, but she manages lightly, ]
Your Jedi knighthood has given you many gifts.
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[ he unwinds the bandages as he speaks, careful not to pull at anything that may cling to burned skin. the skin is reddened and painful to look at. but considering the heat he felt rising from the dragon, the burns do not go as deep or seem as severe. from his belt he removes the supplies he needs.
anakin cleans the injured skin and applies a topical anesthetic to ease her discomfort. the bandages he winds around her fingers are bacta-lined to promote healing. ]
I was a little impulsive when I was younger. [ in contrast to now. ] And Master Obi-Wan and I were frequently on missions away from the capital so I had to learn to do much of this. He would deny it if he were here, but I was usually the one doing the rescuing.
[ ten times and counting. ]
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He will be an old man and reminiscing the same of now. His hand is gentle, the metal one careful to avoid harsh contact, and she sighs when the salve is applied, grateful for the cool relief. There is something thick like a paste in the bandages, slippery, but not uncomfortable, and it does not ooze out onto her skin when the cloth is folded over.
Behind them, Drogon's anger has begun to cool. Perhaps it is the absence of some foreign substance in his blood, or perhaps it is Dany's own growing calm, but he brings up a winged claw and licks at the leather around it, a long, black tongue tending to a graze. On the ground, the metal has cooled to a queer shape, though it is still hot to the touch. ]
My army boils wine to stave away rot, [ she tells him as he finishes the tie on one hand. ] Bandages to conceal open wounds. Yet more oft than not, they fester unless some healer attends to their ranks. In Westeros the maesters are the learned healers, trained for years in their Citadel, though in Essos much of that responsibility falls to traveling women. Witches and maegi, who study under sorcerors in far-feared lands.
[ She had burned one of them. ]
You speak of your Obi-Wan often. [ The ties finished, she asks, ] Do you hope the rift should find him, as well?
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any response he had to her description evaporates like so much mist under the rays of a sun. dany's question gives anakin pause. he thought frequently of returning, particularly when padmé was not present. with her here, most of his motivation to return has faded too. he is here, as is she, and the only way it could be more perfect is if luke were here, as well. does he hope the same of obi-wan? ]
He's been with me since I was nine years old, [ he begins slowly. since he was freed is what he doesn't say, though it's easy to surmise. anakin surrenders her hands, his own dropping. a little frown furrows his brow. he turns from her, walking a short distance away from her and the dragon. ]
Obi-Wan took me on as his padawan when I wasn't sure if I would be trained. We've been together since. [ stopping, anakin chuckles. ] I've spent longer away from my wife than I ever have from him.
[ his smile falls away too. blue eyes search out dany's. ]
He was like a father to me, then a brother. There are times I wish I could speak to him. He's a good, wise man, and…I miss him, [ anakin finishes helplessly. something like guilt darkens his eyes, and he has to look away. ] I'm not sure he'd approve of me here. I don't think he'd agree with what I've done.
[ or with what he still intends to do. ]