(Day 2, EA) Baby Don't Yurt Me (Khulun's Tent, Closed)

[Soshi Taira]

Taira furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of the statement.

It was only as he opened his mouth to respond that the other implications began to sink in, and he closed it, turning a little red.

How the kami did you answer that?

Reaching for his supplies, he managed. "Well... you should be fine for now, Moto-san, provided you avoid any... uh... vigorous activities." As he started to pack things away, he paused to scrub the metal tools clean, and added, still pink-eared, "I am glad I have managed to, in some sense, dispel a poor opinion of my clan."

That was awkward.

He was awkward. And she was pretty, and that wasn't fair.

[Moto Khulun]

“You have aided the Moto, you are friend to me and mine until you are not. Thank you, Soshi-sama,” she says honestly.

[Soshi Taira]

With a slow breath, he thought maybe he has just misunderstood. After all, he did hear an awful lot of 'talk' among the magistrates on slow nights.

"Ah... I'm glad. I hope to form such friendships between our clans to last... and I am glad I was able to help a brave and beautiful warrior return to her duties."

There... that was complimentary, honest, and didn't discount what she had said, while also not... agreeing... to anything.

He might need a cold bath, however.

[Moto Butaj]

Butaj the magician, the ultimate anti-chaperone! Something that had been said made him quietly disappear and neither can tell now where he is! Not that they are interested, but that's the point.

/exit, maybe temporary

[Moto Khulun]

She nods and lays back trying to relax.

[Soshi Taira]

With a soft sigh, Taira rocked back onto his heels, putting the remaining equipment away.

"If you have any other injuries, if it opens up again, anything like that, send word. Otherwise, I'll want to check up on the injury in a few days, to see about taking those stitches out."

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, thinking, and then added, "If possible, try not to do any heavy lifting, but other than that, you should be all right by tomorrow for most activity."

[Moto Khulun]

"How much is too heavy?" she asks.

[Soshi Taira]

"If it hurts, stop."

He chuckled.

"A good limit would be 'no armor, heavy weapons, or moving furnishings and supplies.'"

[Moto Khulun]

"I'll try," she says dryly.

"Anything else I should worry about?"

[Soshi Taira]

Taira chuckled.

"Scorpion doctors without enough good sense."

Glancing at the lack of Butaj, he added, "And kinsmen who sneak off when they might be helpful. Otherwise, I think you'll be fine. I'm glad I was able to help, Moto-san."

[Moto Khulun]

She replies, "I feel much better, I'll call on you again soon I'm sure."

[Soshi Taira]

(I can only assume mobile posting )

Taira nodded, tying the clasps of his satchel and rising.

"It has been an honor to tend to wounds so honorably gained, and I pray that you need not repeat the experience in this miai. Please try to find some time for a follow-up in a few days. Those stitches will get quite itchy if you leave them in too long."

[Moto Khulun]

“I will find you Scorpion, to be sure even if I have to throw you over my horse. When the time comes I will seek you out,” she replies before closing her eyes.

“I guess I should sleep, not much else I can do.”

[Soshi Taira]

"eto..."

Taira had flushed sharply, not sure if he was being threatened or aggressively courted or both.

"Yes. Yes sleep would be good.. I mean you should sleep. Yes."

Biting his lip to stop his mouth trying to fill in for the vacancy in his brain, he added, "Your kinsman knows where to find me. Rest well."

Then he bowed once, and backed away, wondering if maybe he needed to find a different yurt to stay in for the next few days.

Oh kami, these Moto were a mystery.