RP:Off Guard

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Anson groans quite loudly as he had trudged through Larket and finally found the place he was looking for from some very poorly gave directions. He was starting to miss the ocean life of the Island, but before his departure on the morning ferry to the island he was hunting for a Birdie. As he entered the doors he let out a sigh of relief and glanced about looking for the elf.

Sabrina was working , and a little harder than she needed to. The guilt of leaving Frostmaw to tend to Larket’s wounded had hit her so hard she left nearly all integral members of the guild to help up north. It left much to be done locally, and if it weren’t for the quick studies in the lower ranks to tidy up the obvious injuries she would have been completely wiped by now. She is frazzled, with hair humbly kempt, cheeks flush yet skin even more pale at the same time. Her clothes are stained with copious amounts of blood both old and new and she is elbows deep in the sticky mess; elbows, midsection, thighs and boots- even two heavy smears, one on each cheek of her pants.

Anson was amazed when he had finally caught sight of the frazzled elf, who was elbow deep in something that he was quite sure would make him loose his lunch. Looking upon the supplies he found a clean cotton mask to tie about his airways, as his boots thudded towards the healer. "Hello Birdie" he offered sliding up next to her, his eyes glanced her over and lingered a bit longer on the smears more than it should have. "Ummm.." he started as he turned his eyes back to the woman. "What in the hell happened around here?"

Sabrina shrugs lightly, his approach one of many over the past few days, so much that she simply stopped looking at who was talking to her. “I was up to my ears at Ara with the Frostmaw attack, and just when it started to wind down I was pulled down here to clean up after some battle. I wasn’t there, I don’t know.” She wasn’t exactly an investigatory healer, right now she was just working on being efficient without falling over. A hand goes to wipe along her hip again before finding its way to slide the back of her wrist across her forehead and finally lay eyes on him. “Anson.” She was still with surprise and a useless fidget of pulling hair that was not there away from her face left a finger-wide streak of someone else’s blood shining brightly over her brow and cheek bones.

Anson chuckled lightly when the elf had went into explanation of what she was doing "Well those are some pretty high ears to be up to" he said grinning widely underneath the mask, as his hand came to his chin as she wiped the blood from her, but still the smear from her fidget of hair made him blink widely at her. "I dare to say you even look ravishing with blood smears... such a... savage look" he says grazing his own shoulder against hers. Light touches he reminded himself as he done it, and quickly pulled to his safety zone. "Hello Birdie" he said allowing his brown eyes to glimmer at her. "I am guessing the King has had a battle.." he shook his head lowly. "I never understood killing.."

Sabrina blushes brightly and reaches for a fresh rag meant for the wounded, dipping the corner into a bowl of water and then vigorously scrubbing various areas of her face to look more presentable, or as she would put it, less abashed. A nervous laugh of agreenance and she points out the difficulties of getting what you want from a corpse. “And I think the King came out fine, I haven’t been called on and assuming he knows what I do, I think he might call me.” Another shrug. “Or, he might not. There are many people capable.” The towel is discarded, leaving little evidence of the mess it just tended to. “I’m sure he is fine.” It was something like listening to an adolescent give report of a crime scene.

Anson raised a brow as the woman started talking for the King, as much as Anson cared for the man was such a small amount of remorse but the men who went to war, the dirty work of the King, those was the ones he had felt sorry for. "Well I am sure you would do just fine, and I am sure he would call on you.." Taking a look down made the man quickly look back up, not to mention make his head a little light. "Why did you blush?" he asked the woman as she dropped the soiled towel to the floor and idled off on her speech.

Sabrina’s mouth fell open like she had an answer prepared, but words got stuck somewhere in the filter that was obviously recently installed between her brain and her word hole. Her mouth snaps shut and she adopts an understanding sort of tone. “I am not accustomed to healthy people finding me in such a state.” She gestures to the people here who could care less about the current state of her stylish affairs. “The people here stopped looking at me days ago.” The whole town was exhausted, and it provided the perfect example of how to hide certain truths. All days aside from this one, coupled with elf-kind breeding in general, supported the theory of the considerably vain race. Saved by a groan; the noise to the rear of the hall was a perfect reason to abandon this conversation and hurry just those few steps in such a cramped place. She begins adjusting the wraps of a soldier who was likely quite capable of mobility by now. To Anson she calls over his grumbles. “Why are you down here anyways, I am sure Macon is topside if he is resting at all.”

Anson reached up and jerked his mask down when the woman had gave such a excuse following the look that had been broadcasted across her face "Bullsnot!" he said loudly as the groans of someone took attention of the elf away from him. The human wasn't as quick or maybe as smart as the elf, but he had seen plenty of poker faces and the woman had a terrible one. He boots thudded across the floor as he followed closely as he could "I'm not worried about Macon, I just came to find you before I returned to the island!" he said stopping across from her and looking over the injured man.

Sabrina dropped the soldier’s leg, causing a foul look and unacceptable curse in her direction. She had never been called that name before. “Excuse me?” There was little sympathy given to the patient. “Go home, John, you’re fine.” John gets up, looking as pathetically pained as possible and his accusatory glare is given to Anson as well. “Wait, you’re leaving?” And Anson’s absence is the topic she directly clings to. Him leaving was good, he was a distraction. Still, she seemed unhappy with this news. She is leaning back from his proximity, but by no means aimed to secure the easy steps it would require to completely clear his approach.

Anson couldn't help but laugh at the woman as the cross look fell upon her features. "I said what you said is bullsnot... That isn't the reason you blushed and you know it!" he said letting his grin spread across his lips. He felt sorry and even winced when Sabrina had dropped the man's leg and rather curtly told him to go home, maybe this is why when the man tried his hobbling out the door Anson had slipped a sack of gold into his pocket for a stiff few drinks later on. "I have some business to attend to before I come back mainland and start rebuilding the farm.. Don't let it ruffle your feathers Birdie, I will be returning.." he said offering her a charming look. His neck leaned to the side and cracked a few times before straightening back and then going the other way. "I know you will miss me being around, popping up at the most random times, but alas it's time for work and no more play.."

Sabrina gives a nod of understanding that his words choice was not what she thought it was. The fact of his point is complete, and maybe purposefully ignored for the sake of arguing against it. John takes the gold, because he is an ass and he wishes to avoid going home to his nag who constantly berates him for drinking his pay away. She postures neatly to look as unfeathery as possible. His words brought a smile to her face, he was being charming, enough so she didn’t realize that ridiculous expression had been planted there. For a human he had his ways, one of her favorite traits being his respect for distance. “I can’t miss you if you don’t go away.” Besides, he was right, the work was accurately piling up all around them. But… she didn’t say she wouldn’t miss him.

Anson stepped a few steps closer to the elf, but still remained a good arms lengths away from her. "So you would miss me when I go away?" his smirk was planted against his lips while his eyebrows wiggled at the elfling, at times the man could be a bit corny but it suited him so well. He crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his booted foot a few times "I can't say I won't miss your cross looks in meetings with the Kings, or the blushes that crosses your cheeks when I call you out Birdie"

Sabrina fights back a smile that only grown wider. “Aye, I would miss you being in my way all the time.” She gives him a little push towards the door. Anson is given a thumbs-up from a patient well on the mend and it catches the eyes of the elfess whose hands resort to her sides and eyes find the floor almost ashamedly. For a moment, she forgot there was an audience. More quietly she adds “Off with you, then.” A secret smile is shared, tugging ever so slightly at the corners of her mouth and brightening somewhere around the eyes though she had gone back to not looking directly at him. This was becoming too friendly. Friendly never seemed to end well.

Anson was shoved towards the door, which made him look at her with astonishment "The first time you willingly touch me, and it's a shove good-bye" his left hand clutched his chest and his right falling across his forehead "Oh the pain you cause breaking my heart in such ways..." he says with a smile that was brighter than it needed to be. "I shall miss you Birdie" he said as he walked by the patient and slapped him a high five. As the door grew closer to him he turned to catch the last smile he had caused "Till next time Sabrina"