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Started July 25, 2019 by Deleted user

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Ilya nodded, but he paused when he saw the blood. "Maybe we should change your bandages first. You're bleeding through them."

"Mm… if you say so." Nathaniel unwrapped the bandages. He was heavily bruised where his ribs were broken, and a few thin gashes from the demon's sword were bleeding.

Ilya made a harried come here gesture at the door, summoning the first aid kit into his hands. "More animation magic," he explained, pulling out the bandages and the salve for bruising. "Can I put this on your bruises, or do you want to?"

"You're more experienced, and I don't wanna do it wrong…" Nathaniel stood beside Ilya, looking up at the fairy.

"It's not that hard. Oh! I'll teach you!" Ilya unscrewed the salve, scooping up a small handful and spreading it over his fingers. He offered the jar to Nataniel. "Here. You spread it over your hand like this."

"Well, I probably shouldn't apply it as well… I doubt I need two layers." He held the jar for Ilya anyways.

"It's a good skill to have, Nataniel," Ilya chided gently, spreading the salve carefully over his ribs. His touch was light and gentle, skating around the cuts with practiced precision.

Nathaniel held his breath when Ilya touched his ribs, trembling slightly. It still definitely hurt, but he knew it would help in the long run.

Ilya ran out of salve and quickly go some more, giving Nataniel a few seconds to breathe before he started to apply it again. "I'm sorry this has to hurt, but I'm almost done. I'll only take a few more minutes."

Nathaniel nodded. "N-No problem…" He breathed a sigh of relief when Ilya finished and started wrapping his chest again. "What do you want me to wear?"

(just fyi, Ilya doesn't have wings)
"Whatever makes you comfortable." Ilya tied off the bandages and banished the first aid kit back into the living room. "There's a lot of button-ups, but I'm sure we can find some t-shirts made for wings if we really try."

(But isn't he a fairy? You mentioned fairy wings being needed for a potion earlier)
"Honestly, anything is fine. I doubt I'll be wearing it for too long anyways."

(Ilya lost his wings in a fun bit of backstory that involves them being ripped off by some dickheads)
Ilya nodded, stepping away from the bed and rifling through the wardrobe. He eventually emerged with a t-shirt that looked about Nathaniel's size. "Here, try this one."

(Ooo Noice)
Nathaniel pulled the shirt over his head. It was still a bit big, and the tips of his wings were visible through the bottom, but it seemed adequate enough to get them to the shop.

Ilya gave him a considering look, eventually nodding and walking back over to the bed. "It'll work. Want to head over now? The shop's less crowded in the morning."

"Sure." Nathaniel took Ilya's hand and walked out with him. "How are we getting there?"

"Well, normally I'd walk, but I'm not sure if I want you to stay on your feet for so long." Ilya thought about it for a second, quietly leading Nathaniel outside. "Oh! I can call some whispies to carry us if you want!"

"Whispies? I don't think I've ever encountered those before. How do you call them, anyway?" Nathaniel looked into the forest.

"They're usually called Will o' the wisps, I just call them whispies for simplicity." Illya whistled, shrill and high pitched, and then said a few words in a sing-songy, ancient language. Light blue lights collected at the edges of the trees, slowly approaching the pair. "And you call them just like that."

Nathaniel stepped back a bit, examining the whispies. "How are they supposed to carry us?"

One of them ventured close to Nathaniel, bumping his hands gently. They were more solid than they looked, tiny balls of blue light covered in a semi-transparent membrane that felt almost like silk. Ilya beckoned them forward and then whispered a new word in the language. They assembled into the vague outline of a horse. "Just hop on. They'll carry your weight, don't worry."

Nathaniel hesitated before vaulting onto the whispy horse. He'd ridden plenty of horses before, as it was part of angels' training. "How do we get there?"

Ilya hopped on behind him, patting the horse's neck. It took off, cantering quickly out of the forest. "I told it where to go as part of the spell. The store is called magical alterations, they'll let us off when we get there."

Nathaniel nodded and adjusted the positioning of his legs, holding onto the mane of the horse. They soon arrived at the shop and dismounted.

The wisps dissipated, leaving them alone in front of the store. Ilya pushed the door open, motioning for Nathaniel to go inside.