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Bruno got himself hurt, again. Nothing life threatening this time, for once, but still, he’s always so infuriatingly casual about it. Whether he’s burned his finger cooking their breakfast or been shot, it’s always, “It’s not that bad”, “Anything for you, love”, “I know you’ll take care of me”.
She ought to leave him here dripping blood from his arm. Tell him that no, she won’t take care of him, not if he’s going to keep being an idiot and taking stupid risks because he still thinks he’s expendable, even after all the times she’s made it clear that he’s far from it.
But she knows that he’d just accept it and bandage himself up. They’re both used to it - being alone, having to look after themselves because there’s no one else who cares enough to do it. They’re more used to that than to having each other to count on. She never wants him to feel that loneliness again, to not be able to trust that she’ll be there.
So she kneels in the dirt in front of him, wrapping a clean white bandage around his arm and grumbling under her breath. “Idiot. Why can’t we go on one mission…just one…without you coming back bleeding? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you enjoyed this.” Yanking a knife from its holster at her hip, she cuts off the bandage and places the remainder of the roll back in Bruno’s bag.
“Kamaria love, as much as I love to hear you speak Vaya, it makes me nervous…especially when it starts with istulta, which I know very well by now means idiot…and you have a knife in your hand.” He grins at her, but it’s clear it annoys him just a little to not know what she’s saying about him. “Are you threatening to kill me?”
Tucking the end of the bandage in, she turns a glare - and the tip of her knife - on him. “I ought to be threatening to kill you, but no. You’re too precious to me.” Her expression and tone remain angry, and she leans in a bit closer. “You’re the kindest, gentlest, most loving man I’ve ever met, plus you’re incredibly handsome, and sometimes I want to just…kiss you.” She has to fight to keep from blushing at her own words. “And if you won’t stop scaring me half to death getting hurt like this, then I can pay you back a little by making you think I’m plotting your death.”
With that, she stands, shaking the knife at him one more time before slamming it back into its sheath. Bruno’s eyes are comically wide, and it’s an effort not to break her demeanor and smile at his reaction.
“Ah…alright then. That was…slightly terrifying.” He glances down at the bandage on his arm. “Thanks for this, anyway. And for not stabbing me…yet. Uh…would you like to take a turn hunting for dinner tonight? Seems like you could use to…take out your frustrations. Preferably on something other than me.”
She just rolls her eyes at him. He knows she would never actually stab him…much. Going hunting does sound like a good distraction from the day’s events, though, plus the man doesn’t need to be using that arm anytime soon.
She points a stern finger at him, speaking in Common this time. “Don’t hurt yourself again while I’m gone, understand? That also means leave the fire alone, I’ll handle it when I return. You need to rest.”
His lips turn up into a smile. “Understood, ma’am.”