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[SOMEHOW HE MADE IT TO THE RIVER. he is no longer bleeding out, and now he is on a mission]

[where are you, Elysium!]

[ THEY ARE PROBABLY ALL HANGING AROUND THE RIVER, NGL. and thus the eventual river tl will be born but until then

He will watch as Edamura emerges and provides him a towel and a hospital gown… look… there are only so many things made one size fit all. He is so prepared for this shit now. ]

Feeling yourself, Edamura?

[ adds the name intentionally ]

[I SHOULD'VE WAITED FOR THE RIVER TL. . . WHATEVER I'M HERE NOW]

[he looks a bit like a drowned puppy when he steps out of the water, flicking water from his bangs as he scowls. he gives his formerly injured leg a few shakes to test its strength, before taking the towel and gown from Elysium. he really is prepared. . .]

I feel like a fish.

[glub. as Rafayel would say]

[ IT'S FINE YOUR TAG PROMPTED THE IDEA but thank you lucien for your faith in him as a survivalist ]

Trying to feel closer to your new beau?

[ Heh

Reaches over to ruffle his hair a little, part in ease to dispel some of the nervous energy coursing through his body. This really doesn't get any easier by the week. ]

[oh my god. turning a little pink, head ducked underneath the ruffle. he looks a little grumpy, but comically so, hair sticking up in all different directions. aided by the fact that it is wet]

Ha ha. . . very funny. I'm pretty sure he was just cursed.

[a huff as he starts toweling himself off, but some of the tension in his shoulders does seem to ease]

. . . you doing okay?

[ oh yea

His fingers probably feel deathly cold from having extended contact with the equivalent of dry ice, but that's fine. He's still riding his adrenaline high, not quite registering what his body is trying to tell him. ]

… Yeah. And I don't say it just to say it. The worst that could happen has already happened. You? —I'm glad it seems like you remember your name, at the very least.

[ELYSIUM HE'S GOING TO SHOVE YOU INTO THE RIVER NEXT. not really since he knows the river takes things from people, but it will be AWFULLY tempting. and he isn't secretive about it as he stares at those frostbitten fingers]

I'm. . . fine. [still tense, but no longer in danger of freaking out] I'm not even sure what I lost. . . kinda glad it wasn't my name, because that'd just be annoying.

[he'll find out when he goes back to the estate and tries to make himself a mg of coffee]

Are you jumping in, too?

[ EDAMAME WITHOUT HIS COFFEE? NOOOOOOO

But at the mention of jumping, he just points at himself, like—me? Blinking almost owlishly until it finally clicks. ]

… Huh? Oh. This amount of pain's nothing. [ He looks down at his fingers blankly. ] And… there were conversations I wanted to have that'd be pretty awkward without certain memories. They're just fingers, right? They should heal up fine with proper treatment. It's a lot less inconvenient compared to what you had going on for sure.

[HE TRULY IS GOING TO SUFFER]

[and while Elysium gets an uncertain side-eye, for now. . . Edamura lets it go. only because the part about wanting to have specific conversations with all of his memories in tact is valid]

Dude. They're not just fingers. Try tying your shoes without them and tell me how that goes.

I'd just wear shoes with fasteners or ones I can slip on, at that point. My feet are what take me places, not my hands.

[ DON'T JUST BE A SMART ASS ABOUT IT!!!! He laughs. ]

If Cardinal Lemuen were still around, she'd probably smite me for that. [ pfft. ] But no, I promise this looks worse than it actually is. If nothing else, I suspect it falls within the scope of what healing abilities should still be able to cover.

[ But with that, the conversation dies down. The unaddressed topics come to mind, and Elysium finds himself folding his hands into themselves, trying to breathe warmth back into them by bringing them up to his mouth. As casual as he may seem, the worry lingers in his brows. ]

You were pretty brave earlier, and yet you gave the other two more credit for your expedition. Aren't you humble? I'm sure all three of you pulled your weight, even if you might've taken a detour. Heheh.

[Edamura takes the companionable silence as an opportunity to strip out of his sopping clothing (he leaves on his underwear, though) and change into the proffered hospital gown. with his back to Elysium, the flush that cascades across his cheeks at the mention of his. . . "detour". . . is properly hidden]

I'm not— [a grump!] — what I said happened back at the castle was true. I wasn't downplaying my own part in things.

This time was just. . [he trails off, hunching his shoulders, busying himself with the gown's strings] What was I gonna do, just watch? It was Hien.

[spoken as if that is reason enough. which it is]

"It was Hien." Wow. I think those are the most powerful words I've heard today.

[ He glances over his shoulder, mouth pulled into a grin. ]

Are you going to be waiting, then? For him to show up in the river?

"Powerful?" [a scoff] It's just the truth! He's my friend.

[adjusting his gown over his shoulders before he glances down the river. a sharp exhale]

. . . I'd like to. But I don't want to crowd him.

[what if Hien wants time alone?]

How about you practice what you preach? You're the one who told me not to make decisions for other people. If he needs time alone, he's a big enough boy to tell you that, I'm sure.

[ did he have to word it like that

yea ]

[YEAH, DID HE HAVE TO!!]

[but it's a valid point, and Edamura falls silent before glancing over at the river. a bit hopeful, a bit expectant]

. . . yeah, okay. I'll wait for him.

[and then Hien swims away. not that he sees it but he will probably wait until everyone clears out before realizing that is what happened]

[ Hien how dare you ]

Mm. I have some other business I need to take care of, so I'll see you around. [ … ] If you need anything, I'm a call away.

[ Scruffs Edamura's hair on the way out. ]

Good boy.

[ BYE!!!!! ]

[h. heh??]

[for a moment he just stands there, completely stunned, watching open mouthed as Elysium bounces. his hair is now standing up in all sorts of different directions. it look very silly]

[and then he calls out—]

— you can't escape that easily!! Drinks are on you!

[NOBODY PAYS FOR DRINKS IN PURGATORY]

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