Hmm...he was right, he didn't...but there were more glasses in the tavern! They could always go back inside and grab one! That would work, right? The bartender might not appreciate that and people might be confused after having seen her walk out with shredded wings and walking back in with new, shiny ones, but...hee! She kind of wanted to go back inside just so people could see her wings! Her wings had been beautiful before they'd been destroyed, but now they were gorgeous. Or at least she thought they were! Goodness, she just didn't think she'd be able to thank him enough for what he'd done...
It didn't look like she'd get a chance to, either! Fenris certain was hyper, that was for certain, and Sirka could only cover her mouth and giggle at him. He really did like talking to inanimate objects, didn't he? Not that she found that strange. "Oh, and I hear rocks are terrible conversationalists, too!" she chimed in with a wink of her own, then smiled and folded her hands behind her back, her wings also folding, and her smile only brightened. So he would be staying! Excellent! She wouldn't have to be alone, then, and it really was terribly boring to wander around with no one to chat with! And she certainly did love stories. "You know, you'll be my first travelling companion, Mister Fenris," she told him, tilting her head and kicking at the ground idly. "Flasks may like hearing stories, but unlike them, I don't just listen! I have a lot of stories, too. We can swap stor--oh!"
That was about when Fenris started spinning around, demonstrating how he got by without maps, and Sirka laughed again when he fell over onto his bottom so gracefully, an arm pointing. Blinking a few times, she turned and followed his pointing hand with her eyes, but all she saw were buildings and the surrounding landscape. She had no idea that, out in the distance...he was pointing at the desert.
She turned back around when she heard him flop over onto his back and start giggling, and she just shook her head and leaned over him. "Hee, be careful, don't make yourself sick, silly..." Straightening, she planted her hands on her hips, then glanced down at him curiously. "Desert...?" Oh, she though she'd seen a desert on that map. But why was he talking about the desert? She was about to ask him about that, but then he was suddenly back on his feet and she jumped in surprise. Oop! Too late for questions! He'd already switched gears completely and--a shoe?
Well, she soon found out what he was talking about. Just like that, he kicked off his shoe and...turned it into a knife, which he raced over to retrieve and...wait...hey, hadn't he just kicked off his shoe? Sirka found herself blinking rapidly and then squinting, as though trying to clear her vision, but...nope! Two sandals were on his feet. Even as he turned around and showed her the dagger he'd created, she was still trying to figure that one out.
At least, she was until Fenris did what to Sirka was the unthinkable.
He suddenly stabbed himself in the stomach with it. Just like that.
Both hands flew up to Sirka's mouth, cutting her small scream short, and her pink eyes were wide with absolute horror. While that kind of thing was alright for her, it was because she was dead! But that didn't mean she was okay with that happening to someone else, especially someone who seemed very alive! Sure, he said he was basically a demi-god, but demi-gods could die! They weren't like gods. Of course, it didn't initially occur to her that he probably wouldn't do something like that if he would die...all she knew was he'd stabbed himself and it had taken her off guard.
Her hands were still pressed to her mouth, afraid of what sounds might leave it if she pulled them away, and she was still staring at him as his wound glowed brightly. It was only when Fenris began to giggle, the dirk vanished, and the wound healed that she began to relax again, though she still didn't move. Oh...my...if she had been alive still, he might have given her a heart attack.
Finally and slowly, she started to lower her hands and instead of horror, she watched him with fascination and amusement, even murmuring a, "You're excused," when he burped. After that, she could only watch in awe as he tilted his head back, opened his mouth...and pulled the dirk from his mouth before presenting it to her.
Well, by that time, the momentary scariness of it all had worn off and Sirka actually found herself applauding, as though she'd just seen a performance. It had kind of been like watching a sword swallower! Only...in reverse?
"Oh, wow...that was very good, Mister Fenris! You scared me there for a second, but...wow, I've never seen anyone do that in reverse!" she told him as she took the dirk from him, nodding at his explanation. Oh dear, he wasn't even giving her a chance to recover from that! But, no matter. He was all excited and who was she to argue? She was just as eager as he was to try it out! It kind of made sense, too...what better way to enchant a healing dagger than to, well...stab yourself in the stomach with it? It had healed his stomach after all! Or at least that's what it looked like.
"Okay, okay, testing it out now, hold your horses, silly," she said with a laugh ad a shake of her head. Well, best not to keep him waiting then!
Nonchalantly, she turned her hand over palm side up and, without skipping a beat, she pressed the blade to her palm and let the blade slice through the soft skin there, blood welling up in the new wound and trickling along the lines of her hand, an acute shiver running through her. Indeed, animated corpse or not, she still bled! Or at least new wounds did. Sirka winced a little as she did it, finally drawing the knife away and just staring at the deep cut in her hand as though fascinated, which she was. The wound throbbed and stung, but it was an exquisite sort of pain and just...well, it felt wonderful. Maybe that's why pain felt good in death. Because it made her feel alive. Hm. That was a weird thought. When you were alive pain felt horrible so you would avoid dangerous things and stay alive, so maybe everything just got flipped around now? It kind of made sense! When you were alive, pain made you feel dead, so when you were dead, it made you feel alive!
But then, after a moment of staring, she remembered the whole healing thing. Oops! Quickly turning the blade over, she drew the glowing side over the wound slowly and...then shivered again when she felt the flesh closing up, knitting back together seamlessly and leaving behind only the cold blood. Ew. Too bad it didn't suck that stuff back inside. Clicking her tongue and wrinkling her nose a little, she held the dirk between the still clean fingers of her once-injured hand and fished around in the folds of her skirt with her clean hand until she finally located the sewn in pocket, from which she withdrew a handkerchief, which she used to clean her hand off with. It was odd. Her heart no longer beat so she really had no idea why she bled, why the blood didn't coagulate. Probably another undead thing. Because if the blood did that, she'd be...incredibly stiff. It would probably be hard to move...
In any case, with the blood all cleaned up, it was obvious that, well...the wound was gone and there wasn't even a scar left behind, even as she held her hand close to her face and inspected it. "Wow...it...it really is fantastic, Mister Fenris..." she murmured, letting her arm drop back to her side before looking at the blade itself, turning it over in her hand. Then she looked up at him and beamed up at him. "It's really beautiful, too...you did a fantastic job, thank you so much!"