[he shifts, and she lets go of him so that he can turn - but it really is only for a moment, because once he's facing her, she takes one of his hands again, then goes up on her tiptoes as her other hand comes up to cup his cheek.
her touch is very gentle, and the kiss she gives him even more so - an apology, perhaps, for having to let go of him even for a second.]
...the medical bay first, then.
[her voice comes out in what's almost a whisper as she considers it. this feeling of restlessness, of needing to do something, is nearly overwhelming, but it's always been when she's at her most overwhelmed that she's had to get her mind working. it's how she's survived.
here and now, just edging on the early stages of refraction, is no different.]
We can gather supplies. The greenhouse, next. I harvested many of the plants there at the beginning of the week, but left some cuttings; we can retrieve some of the fresh yarrow to make poultices.
[ allowing her to have his hand again - even going so far as to reach out, in kind, to meet her in the middle - his eyes flutter closed for a moment as she kisses him. whatever apology it is, it's forgiven. especially considering he chases it before she can go far, before refocusing, prioritizing, remembering that they were discussing plans before that. ]
As much of everything as we can take with us. I'm sure we can find means of carrying it, from the store or the closet. Something for the cuttings, as well.
[ his free hand goes to her waist, drawing her closer to him. the issue with emotions being heightened is that his everything is buzzing, but she is a warm distraction. the low whisper of her voice is strangely soothing, and his eyes stay closed as he goes to simply - kiss the corner of his mouth, a murmur against her cheek after. ]
I'll have to go to the workshop, at some point. I want to make a bow, in case we need to fight, and for as proficient as I am with a sword... we might need tactical range. [ and he doesn't want to be far from her. a bow means that they can move more easily, and he can offer coverage if they have to retrieve the injured from danger.
whatever they can do as a whole. whatever chang geng can do to help. ]
jiuqing has to remind herself to focus, first when he chases after the kiss as she's pulling back (would it really be so bad to kiss him again? maybe the distraction would help?), but he refocuses himself, and that helps her to do so as well.
but then his hand comes to her waist, and he pulls her close; he leans in, and she feels his lips against the corner of her mouth, feels the closeness of him against her cheek. he'll likely feel it when her cheeks flush with warmth - he must, she thinks, because she can certainly feel her face heating up.
strategy.]
...that's a good idea. We have plenty of combatants, but many of them do seem to specialize in, ah... getting up close and personal with people.
[she gives the hand that she's holding a small squeeze. onward. they may have the relearn the layout of the nodes, now - since they have to take these doors that connect one to the other, rather than just going back to the central one to find the archways - but that's fine. they can figure this out. they're both reasonably intelligent people.]
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her touch is very gentle, and the kiss she gives him even more so - an apology, perhaps, for having to let go of him even for a second.]
...the medical bay first, then.
[her voice comes out in what's almost a whisper as she considers it. this feeling of restlessness, of needing to do something, is nearly overwhelming, but it's always been when she's at her most overwhelmed that she's had to get her mind working. it's how she's survived.
here and now, just edging on the early stages of refraction, is no different.]
We can gather supplies. The greenhouse, next. I harvested many of the plants there at the beginning of the week, but left some cuttings; we can retrieve some of the fresh yarrow to make poultices.
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As much of everything as we can take with us. I'm sure we can find means of carrying it, from the store or the closet. Something for the cuttings, as well.
[ his free hand goes to her waist, drawing her closer to him. the issue with emotions being heightened is that his everything is buzzing, but she is a warm distraction. the low whisper of her voice is strangely soothing, and his eyes stay closed as he goes to simply - kiss the corner of his mouth, a murmur against her cheek after. ]
I'll have to go to the workshop, at some point. I want to make a bow, in case we need to fight, and for as proficient as I am with a sword... we might need tactical range. [ and he doesn't want to be far from her. a bow means that they can move more easily, and he can offer coverage if they have to retrieve the injured from danger.
whatever they can do as a whole. whatever chang geng can do to help. ]
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jiuqing has to remind herself to focus, first when he chases after the kiss as she's pulling back (would it really be so bad to kiss him again? maybe the distraction would help?), but he refocuses himself, and that helps her to do so as well.
but then his hand comes to her waist, and he pulls her close; he leans in, and she feels his lips against the corner of her mouth, feels the closeness of him against her cheek. he'll likely feel it when her cheeks flush with warmth - he must, she thinks, because she can certainly feel her face heating up.
strategy.]
...that's a good idea. We have plenty of combatants, but many of them do seem to specialize in, ah... getting up close and personal with people.
[she gives the hand that she's holding a small squeeze. onward. they may have the relearn the layout of the nodes, now - since they have to take these doors that connect one to the other, rather than just going back to the central one to find the archways - but that's fine. they can figure this out. they're both reasonably intelligent people.]