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[mnt_raph]

By this point the fighting has all but ended, and the tending of the wounded by according to their injuries has begun. Raph, who refuses to admit that the injuries he has sustained during the seige are anything other than cosmetic in nature, has been sorting and relocating the dead by alliegence. Mostly people stay out of his way, but one of the King's Own notices that his hands have begun to shake, his fellow warriors take it upon themselves to get him the medical care he needs. In the end it takes two knights and a healer to corral Raph to triage, and even then it's only after someone's promised him that they will find Abigail and assure him that she is okay.

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[becareful_boyo]

Abigail raises an eyebrow, lowers her chin and gives him a pointed look.







Pot, meet kettle?

[mnt_raph]

Raph blinks at her several times as confusion slowly sets in.






"What?"

[becareful_boyo]

Oh for...






"Did those nasty creatures knock you about so much you've forgotten how we met?"

She holds up a finger, because that isn't strictly accurate. They met, then Raph watched her for weeks, then he lunged over the bar and got in an ill-advised brawl with her brothers.

"Should I whack you over the head with another stool to refresh your memory, then?" she asks, grinning.

[mnt_raph]

...
OH!
That.
right.

Heh.

"That an option?" he asks grinning "'Cause, I distinctly remember likin' the way things went after that."

She'd kissed him that night.
Well...once he'd regained consciousness.

[becareful_boyo]

How could she not? It was a delightfully stupid and needlessly gallant thing to do.

It's safe to say that never before has a customer made such an impression on Abigail.

"Wasn't bad, I suppose," she says, shrugging one shoulder.

[mnt_raph]

Someday Owen will forgive and forget. Of course, not if Thomas keeps bringing it up...

"Wasn't bad, huh." He deadpans.

[becareful_boyo]

Ah ha! He's learning.

"T'was a passable kiss," she allows, studying his face. "Once you could see straight enough to find my lips."

[mnt_raph]

Everybody's a critic.

"I had just been hit with a chair, you know. Guy don't get no slack for bein' concussed?"

[becareful_boyo]

Abigail laughs.

Right in his face.

Then she kisses him, and it's clear that whatever she truly thought of the first time they locked lips, she has no complaints now.

"Rest up, Raph. You'll be needin' it."

She'll let him decide what she means by that.

[mnt_raph]

"Is that right..."

Abigail might find it a little difficult to pull too far away from Raph by this point. When she leaned in for the kiss, his other arm made its way around her, and is now in the process of holding her close.

[becareful_boyo]

"Well. I'm rarely wrong," she replies, breezily, helping him hold her closer by wrapping her own arms as tight around him as she can manage.

Goddess, she's thankful he's alive. The thought results in another kiss, this one a bit more intense. He might have died, after all.

[mnt_raph]

Nah, death was never really an option.

The Goddess doesn't want him, and the Dark God's afraid he'd take over.
(Not to mention that they kind of sort of used to date...in a strange way that only makes sense if you cross your eyes and squint.)

"Never doubted you for a second."

Now it's true that he's exhausted, and that a good portion of him hurts when he moves. But...it's amazing all the sorts of shenanigans that folk can get up to with minimal movement.

After all, he did say all he needed was her and maybe a nap.