Lanister could live with that arrangement... Even he, in all his bull-headed stubbornness admitted to himself that the more time he spent off his feet, the better. Struggling down the ladder with the use of only one arm, the older male tainted slunk back into the bedroom,throwing himself into the bed as if he were to be embraced by it, letting out a soft sigh of comfort... Even if it was only a minor relief, it was what it was and he needed it so bad... He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, his blood rushing through his veins, feel it all so tight and cold.... he felt so horrible and suddenly, he was regretting doing what he did to the fat-man almost an hour ago... If he knew this was going to happen, he would've just stabbed the idiot (until he was bloody jelly), before heading back instead of doing... whatever utterly plan he had come up with in that moment.
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Umbra went off to explore while Emia immediately went to her mother's side as she requested, spreading out the blankets she had taken out and creating a space for her to work. Umbra noticed the older tainted gesture to her and immediate came her way, Izayah sitting down on one side of her sister, and she on the other. As per her mother's instructions, Emia acquired a rag and a few bandages, filling some nearby bowls with water before soaking her rag in one and began getting to work on her brother... She softly ran the rag around the angry red skin of his cuts, applying as little pressure as possible to pull up the dried blood and dust that had collected there since his brutal beating earlier that day. Once he was done, Emia slipped on the bandages over his wounds before attending to Umbra, the other girl raising an eyebrow and grinning softly at her, but not saying a word, Emia knowing exactly what that meant... She didn't before get a good look at the lashes Umbra had sustained but, when she did, she sorely wished she hadn't... they were so much worse than Izayah's and there were so much more... her skin was scabbed and torn around the initial lash marks, almost as if some kind of monster had bitten into her skin. the cuts were deep, still oozing blood and yet here she was, acting completely normal-ish, ignoring the fact she was still in a brutalized state... With a shaking hand, Emia began running the rag across her back as well, Umbra cringing upon first contact.
"Be gentle!" She demanded, putting her foot down both metaphorically and literally.
"I am! Now be still!" Emia retorted.
"I am!"
It took far longer, thanks to Umbra's squirming, Emia laying out the towel in the bowl and placing her bandages on, watching her mother dig through the barrels around them. Suddenly, Izayah was with with a pair of pants and a shirt, Umbra was hit with a much higher cut shirt, one that would reveal her belly and baggy long white pants, and Emia was hit with her mother's "old outfit", one she claimed might be just a tad big, but would fit her nonetheless... Emia would immediately squee with delight, eager to get out of these revealing excuses for clothes as soon as possible, dragging her friend behind her into a separate storage room to get dressed. They were both girls so there was nothing to be ashamed of when they stripped again, slipping on their new clothing with intense interest as to how they looked, Emia catching the first glimpse of her friend fully dressed. She couldn't help but let out a laugh as she saw the complete picture, Umbra's cheeks turning red as she tried to figure out what was wrong. Maybe she wore the shirt backwards...?
"YOU LOOK LIKE A GENIE!" She snickered loudly, the tan girl looking down at herself, checking to see if she was right.
"Yeah, and look at you!" She retorted, poking Emia at the base of her throat. "You look like someone who dug around in charity for clothing!"
"Do NOT!"
"DO TOO!"
Before they could get into anymore intense an argument, Nevayah would call everyone back in, just as she finished creating what amounted to her tonic: her blood slightly spiced... Even for someone that knew of her mother's ways of healing... even Emia would turn her nose up at that... But when It was offered to Umbra... she took it without hesitation. In fact, she seemed almost thirsty for the stuff, gulping down her portion and trusting Nevayah's every word that this would heal her... When it came to the pain, the girl really was hiding a lot more than she was letting on... She was in so much pain before... it was evil the agony those things could inflict... She would've done anything to soothe herself, even drink the blood of a stranger and that mindset... seemed to be paying off apparently, much to her surprise... She'd pass the bowl to Izayah next and he would drink before Nevayah got it back, Umbra already starting to feel the rush of energy and.... certain emotions flowing through her body.
Gently, she tugged Emia's arm, staring at her intently in a certain way only someone who's been in love could truly understand... As young as the two may be, there was a connection here, something only strengthened with the introduction of Nevayah's blood whether she knew it or not. Umbra wanted to kiss Emia so bad, to push her up against a wall and kiss her, but not here... not where everything was so out in the open with no closed doors... she'd have to find a safer place... a quieter place...
Izayah on the other hand was practically bouncing off the walls only to be stopped by a stern word by his mother, stating that they would be needing rest for the many things they would be doing tomorrow and that's where Umbra saw her chance...
"We'll be taking the storage room back there." She declared before quickly grabbing Emia's arm and dragging her out of sight inside before she could say anything or object.
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Lanister smiled weakly as his wife entered the bedroom with a bowl filled with her blood, always happy to see such a radiant, beautiful figure.
"Well hello gorgeous..." He whispered, half in and half out of consciousness. "What have you brought for me today....?"
