Renata stares at Dustin for a moment longer before smiling slightly. Nowhere close to a true smile, but it wa sthe most she'd smiled since the public backlash at her over her attempts at creating safe spaces for the poor souls who couldn't afford food or shelter.
"It's a start, I suppose." she says.
He watches her, silent, and then sways slightly, “Not now. . .” He mumbles, disputing the metal platform beneath his feet, landing on the ground.
Renata rushes forward, catching Dustin before he can hit the ground and get a scrape or cut.
She heaves him up, into a fireman's carry, and start walking north for about 4-ish miles before stomping the ground below her, dropping them into her underground home.
She lays him in bed and looks around, trying to remember where the blood bags were; her home was a regular hotspot for helping villains heal, so she kept a lot of supplies on hand.
She goes to the very back of her her home, where the giant walk in fridge was, and finds Dustin's blood type before walking out and finding an I.V. stand and drip. She puts the nlood nbag in the smaller fridge in the room before finding some iron tablets.
She crushes them and mixes them with water, shaking her friend awake.
"Drink that. It will help stabilize the low blood iron." she says quietly.
Dustin groans, sitting up slightly, taking the water, silent, and drinking in, “Th-Thanks. . .”
Renata shakes her head and sighs. "You just had to choose a profession that can kill you with ease, didn't you. . ."
Dustin huffs, “I like my abilities. . .” He whispers, “And the job helps me train them better. I’m learning on how to use it without pulling the iron from my blood.”
Renata stares at Dustin. "And all that's worth the risk of death?"
“Yes. Because then I wouldn’t have the stupid iron deficiency. If I can stop it from drawing the iron from my blood, then I’ll be fine.”
Renata sighs.
"Reckless son of a. . ." she mutters.
"Alright. Our powers are similar, besides their drawbacks. One bit of my power is being able to pull metals from the earth, like so-" she demonstrates by pulling a hunk of iron from the ground. "-and being able to manipulate it to a certain extent. It, however, relies on my stamina to be able to do this. Pulling that up was the equivalent of a few hours of digging and cleaning and purifying."
She tosses the iron into a nearby basket full of similar rocks, gems and metals.
"I want you to focus only on that bit of iron in the basket." she says.
He glares at her, “Watch it, Ren. . .” He mutters.
Dustin sits up slowly, looking at the iron, “I shouldn’t. . . Not right now. . .” He rubs his forehead, flopping back.
"'Watch it?' Or what?" Renata laughs.
"I suppose. You do need some food, actually. I'll make something." she sighs.
He huffs, “I’ll thunk of something.”
He nods, “Yeah. . .”
"Mm-hmmm. Mister 'I can't even stand up without a high chance of dying.'" Renata snorts.
She strides away, humming some sea-shanty or other - possibly "The Wellerman," but it could also have been any number of other ones.
Dustin sighs, grumbling, “Whatever. . .”
Renata returns in about twenty minutes, carrying a platter of grilled cheese sandwiches, hotdogs and reheated burgers.
"I'll grab some buns and condiments now." she says, walking back into the kitchen and returning with the rest of the stuff.
Dustin looks at her, then the food, taking a hot dog, fixing it up and then eating it.
Renata grabs a few hotdogs, a couple burgers, two grilled cheeses and a few hamburger buns. She layers it as a sandwhich - an ungodly mix of so many things, including the condiments. Somehow, she manages to take a bite of it.
Dustin stays quiet, eating his hotdog, closing his eyes. Once he finishes it, he leans back, huffing softly, closing his eyes, “I’m so tired. . .”
(what's that mean-?)
(The blood bag-)
(oh- she didnt tho??? she put the bag in the fridge and just kept everything on hand-)
(Ohh— lemme fix that-)
(Fixed)
(XD its alright)
Renata looks slightly alarmed.
"Like- dizzy tired? Faint tired? What kind of 'tired?'"
He gives her a look, “Like, sleep deprived tired.” He sighs, closing his eyes.