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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (85/?)
Date: 2016-06-25 01:50 am (UTC)"You were limping," Siri says, snaps her book shut.
"I--" Lucinda starts. "Yeah," she agrees, turns her head, watches Siri from the corner of her own eye. "Why?"
"You leg. It's giving you trouble." Siri stands, leaves her book behind as she comes to kneel next to Lucinda.
"It's nothing, I'll be fine in a day or two." Lucinda grimaces.
"What about it hurts? What sort of pain?" Siri lifts Lucinda's ankle, rolls her pants leg up further. Lucinda grimaces deeper, leans back on her hands. A half-dozen curious pairs of eyes swivel to watch them.
"Bone, ache," Lucinda sighs.
"Remember when I told you to stay off of it?" Siri asks, sits back on her feet and puts her hands on her hips.
"I did!" Lucinda protests.
Siri doesn't say a word, points at Lucinda's bird, eagerly hopping around Dredge and Tooth and their knives. Tooth tosses over chunks of organ and the bird rips them apart happily.
"That was one afternoon and you know it," Lucinda replies, crosses her arms. Siri is taller, the way she's sitting, and Lucinda narrows her eyes up at her.
"You have a permanent injury, and I assumed you were going to be careful." Siri crosses her own arms, mirrors Lucinda's expression. Lucinda looks away, scowls. "Do you need me to run through how to take care of it again?"
"No," Lucinda mumbles. "I remember."
“Then why aren't you doing it?" Siri's voice goes softer, and she uncrosses her arms, lets her shoulders sag.
"We can talk later," Lucinda says. "Right now I just wanna sleep."
"Alright," Siri agrees. "You need to rest, though. Is there a reason for us to stay on the road?" She looks around at the others. The women still watching shrug. "Because if there's not, you would do well to spend some time in town, maybe, have some downtime. Stay off your leg as much as possible."
"I--" Lucinda look around at the others clustered around camp. Most of them are at least pretending to ignore the conversation, now. "We can go back, yeah. Tooth probably needs a break for her shoulder, too." She glances at Dredge. "Need to check in on our chairs."
"Hell yeah," Dredge agrees, and holds up the nightstalker’s heart for Twist--still silent--to see. She grins and points, and Twist gives her a silent thumbs-up. "Hey Boss, do we get to steal the chairs back if they're gone again?"
"Sure," Lucinda agrees. "I'm not sure I can mastermind another plan though, so you're on your own."
"We can do it," Dredge agrees. "I bet you Tooth and Watch and me could get all the chairs back without anyone ever noticing."
“If you say so," Lucinda snorts.
"I sure fuckin' do!" Dredge calls back. "Hey, do you think your bird could eat this whole thing?"
"Give her a day or two," Lucinda agrees, rolls her pants leg back down, stretches out again. "She could eat it then."
"Your bird is gonna get fat." Dredge slices a few holes through the chambers of the heart, tosses it toward Lucinda's bird. The bird gets to work, rips off hunks of meat and horfs them back.
"We'll need to take a slow pace, so you don't further ruin your leg," Siri says, brusque and doctor-like. She even rubs her palms together like she's finished something off.
"My leg isn't ruined." Lucinda scowls again, at Siri.
"In my nearest-to-professional opinion." Siri looks up at Lucinda from under her raised eyebrows--"I would call it pretty well ruined. You've had work done on it that helped, but your leg is never going to be at one hundred percent again."
"Fine, fine, we can take it slow." Lucinda flops back on her sleep bag, makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a sigh.
"We'll leave tomorrow?" Siri asks, looks up at the others.
"We leave tomorrow," Lucinda repeats, louder, so that everyone murmurs in agreement.