Runner's Start (Private)

She just shook her head and finished cleaning the wounds, then started on bandaging them. "I might be able to find an actual healer somewhere."

"Say that when you're not bleeding all over the place and I might believe you," Tessa said, well aware of how many times he was going to be stubborn and insist that he was fine. "Men," she muttered.

She rose a brow as she flicked her gaze up towards his face. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"I never said I wasn't a hypocrite," she said simply, standing up to wrap the bandages around him in a way that still allowed for movement.

She set a hand on his shoulder so she could get a better angle, leaning in slightly. Her face was set in concentration, her lips pulled down at the corners and eyes relatively blank, though not cold and dead. "True. I'm stubborn for many reasons. You men are just stubborn creatures all around."

"Only solidifying my observation that men are stubborn," she joked with up tilted lips. Her fingers danced over the bandages once she was done, making sure they were secure and not in danger of becoming unraveled. "But I won't force you to go to one."

She stepped back and put her hands on her hips, even though her fingers were coated with disinfectant and some splatters of dried blood. "There. All done."

"Yes it is." Without much ceremony, Tessa picked it up and set it alight in her hands, using the last bit of energy she had in store.

"Better ashes than sitting around." She shrugged when he suggested she get some sleep. "I'll be good to go for a little bit." She offered a small smile as she looked over at him. "Food and booze'll keep me going for longer."

Tess eyed him up and down, making sure he was okay without her support. "I can't cook much, but I do know pasta—or anything Italian, really. Any preferences within my expertise?"

She snorted and trailed after him. "Works for me." She slipped past him once he was out of the bathroom, heading towards the kitchen to get something simple prepared. She ended up just rifling through the cupboards and fridge to see what was available to her.

"It's murky, but you're a quick little fucker," Tess said, not looking back at him as she spoke. She grabbed a few things and examined it, thinking over what she could make with it, then put some stuff back. "Dragons are generally tough to fight, even for other dragons. It depends on the affinity. I have a hard time fighting moon dragons during the nighttime, whereas moon dragons have a hard time fighting me during the daylight."

"Not hard to do," Tess said with a shrug, crouching down and setting some stuff on her lap as she looked in the lower levels of the fridge. "I'm all bark and bite, but no brains. Impulsive, if you will. Sometimes it leads to good ideas. Sometimes."

((That would create some drama. I'm all for that fight))

"Yes. Yes, I was. One of my smarter moves, I will say," Tessa said, standing up and gathering all that she needed for a simple pasta dish. "Staying down, that is."

"I did indeed. How comfortable are you with something made with vodka?" she asked, turning around to look at him with a raised brow. "And I would've gotten you killed if I tried to intervene," she pointed out.