If it's anything like the ones from my star, the mineral water is supposed to have some minor restorative properties. Though I suppose it's up to you, what you think is best.
[He shrugs, a little helplessly.]
Even if you'd rather not, the side rooms are comfortable enough for a rest. I should know, I've spent a fair few days here myself, this week. The one on the left has an especially comfortable mediocre cushion.
[And it's not like that was an invitation to scoop him up and carry him again, but guess what! When you're Thancred you don't need an invitation to do stupid things, it's just part of your charm.]
Try to gather what strength you can. Tomorrow will almost certainly be twice as much chaos as usual.
You have a hand. My hand, specifically, along with two arms, two legs, and a capable back.
[And in they go to Thancred's favorite (by some definitions of favorite) little onsen side room, where he carefully settles Ryn down on the cushioned bed before hopping up with him, shifting them so that they're sitting back-to-chest, letting Ryn lie back against him as he likes while his legs spread into a casual V on either side of him.]
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[his brow furrows, as he gestures to the bandages...
but it's not an immediate no because of undressing either.]
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[He shrugs, a little helplessly.]
Even if you'd rather not, the side rooms are comfortable enough for a rest. I should know, I've spent a fair few days here myself, this week. The one on the left has an especially comfortable mediocre cushion.
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[he's leaning heavily on thancred, head resting against his.]
Shall we?
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[And it's not like that was an invitation to scoop him up and carry him again, but guess what! When you're Thancred you don't need an invitation to do stupid things, it's just part of your charm.]
Try to gather what strength you can. Tomorrow will almost certainly be twice as much chaos as usual.
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[or you could HOLD FUCKING STILL, rynlan.
he's in no state to complain about being scooped, either, head pillowed on his shoulder.]
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[And in they go to Thancred's favorite (by some definitions of favorite) little onsen side room, where he carefully settles Ryn down on the cushioned bed before hopping up with him, shifting them so that they're sitting back-to-chest, letting Ryn lie back against him as he likes while his legs spread into a casual V on either side of him.]
Comfortable?
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[his ears flick, amusement in his tone as he settles in and makes himself comfortable.]
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[He drapes his arms over Ryn's shoulders, smoothing one hand down the plane of his chest.]
...Brat.
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[he eases into the attention, though he winces at his touch-- his front and back are pretty bruised, i may have forgotten this.]