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Wifies hated a lot of things about herself.
Not only was presenting feminine its own struggle, so was being a dog hybrid. She was one of the smartest people in the entirety of this server, and yet she was always pushed around.
Of course, that anger manifested into a need for control. A need for protection-- the Director persona.
It never really got rid of the memories though.
"Parrot." Wifies grunts out his name, stepping into the bedroom with several arrows in her body. Parrot startled, muttering a swear under his breath before getting up. "Damn.. that does not look good dude. Hold on, I can go get some pots if that'd help?" Parrot proposes, to which Wifies just gives a subtle nod.
Parrot re-enters the room with pots and some suspicious stew, setting them on the bedside crafting table. "Okay, here. I have a healing pot for you and some saturation stew. You don't have to eat both of them if you don't wanna." Parrot scoots the consumables toward Wifies, who stares at them. She eventually takes the pot, chugging it down like a vial of medicine. She grimaces, turning her attention to the stew. As she blows the steam away from the bowl, Parrot's eyes gaze over her injured body. There was an arrow by her shoulder, one by her inner thigh, and a half broken one on her waist.
"Why are you staring?" Wifies mumbles. Parrot blinks a little, wings nervously shifting behind him. "My bad. Just.. trying to figure out how to deal with those arrows. Since you're all healed up, it should be good to remove them. Won't bleed a lot.. well, they shouldn't." He shrugs. Wifies nods, staring at the arrow piercing her thigh. "Do you, um.. want me to count down for you? So you'll know when I pull it?" Parrot asks, and Wifies nods, although Parrot can see the hesitation. "Alright."
"One.."
"..Two--"
"Just do it alre-"
"--Three."
Wifies yiped as the arrow was torn out of her leg, minimal blood pooling from the wound. Parrot winces in sympathy, putting his hand onto her inner thigh to stop the bleeding.
Wifies jumps at that, because although she's still reeling in pain, she knows this is bad. The touch there was bad, she needed to do something.
Through her glossy eyes, she stared at Parrot, trying to speak. Instead, she just growled. Bared fangs and snarled at the person she trusted, threatening to bite. Threatening to cry, as well. But Parrot didn't need to know that.
"Wifies, you- I'm.. sorry, I know that probably hurt-" He rambles on, but his hand is still firmly there, far too close for comfort. She whines, lip quivering between a snarl and a pout. "Your- m-move." She muttered. "What?" Parrot chirped, puzzled. "Move your hand, please. I don't want.." She trailed off, gasping in relief when the hand left.
"Shit, I'm-- I didn't- fuck.." Parrot mentally berated himself for the oversight he had made. "Hey, Wifies, look. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? We gotta get those arrows out, so.. this time you can put pressure on the wound yourself. Is that okay? I promise I'm not gonna touch you anywhere you don't want." He said, staring at Wifies with what she hoped was sincerity and love. She couldn't be sure though. It was a mistake she made before, and she'd rather die than let it happen again.
"Wifies. Princess? Listen, all we're gonna do here is patch up your wounds. Nothing else. You don't gotta do anything for me, we aren't.. that's all that's gonna happen, okay?" He explained. Wifies wiped her teary eyes, replying with a muffled 'okay' from the sweater sleeve currently hiding half her face. Parrot smiled. "Good. Let's get these arrows out, princess."
It had been a few minutes since Wifies was actually done being patched up. The two lingered in silence, glancing sat eachother and around the room. Parrot perked up when he heard Wifies whining again, his brows furrowing with concern. "Everything okay? You um.. still on edge about..?" He says. Wifies just nudges closer to him, leaning on the avian. "I want cuddles." She grumbles. "B'no touching my thighs.. just hugs n' snuggles." Her tail twitched with a tiny huff. Parrot giggled a little at her demands, laying back onto the bed. "Sounds good to me." He cooed, scratching her ears. Wifies sighed, melting into Parrot's lap. And as she did--
..she knew she was safe.
Parrot wasn't going to hurt her. He'd.. protect her. She was safe.
She was okay now. With Parrot.