[Kiritsubo isn't one to usually keep to a schedule or actual prolonged contact, but her tattoo work is the one exception. She assigns Amos to a care routine, even as she jokes that she knows he is a veteran and must simply indulge her, and every few days she slips into Communion to ask a few brief questions about how the healing is going.
She doesn't appear in person again, though, until next week- actually, nearly two, because she is busy with things in Springstar establishing certain routines for his favor, and unlike her usual whimsical transformations and wanderings, those actually require a certain focus that cannot be abandoned so easily. The bell on his shop door eventually chimes for her entrance, though, and instead of her little rented room... she has him retreat back up to his quarters above the shop to sit on the edge of his bed instead of her leather chair.
There were certain things she had held off on for his health, after all, that she planned on not once that condition had been confirmed. No need to pretend.]
I'm eager to see how everything is looking, Amos...
[Setting her bag down on his bedside table, she smiles, tapping her own chest to gesture she was ready for him to strip and show her how her work was healing, beginning to integrate with his skin.]
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She doesn't appear in person again, though, until next week- actually, nearly two, because she is busy with things in Springstar establishing certain routines for his favor, and unlike her usual whimsical transformations and wanderings, those actually require a certain focus that cannot be abandoned so easily. The bell on his shop door eventually chimes for her entrance, though, and instead of her little rented room... she has him retreat back up to his quarters above the shop to sit on the edge of his bed instead of her leather chair.
There were certain things she had held off on for his health, after all, that she planned on not once that condition had been confirmed. No need to pretend.]
I'm eager to see how everything is looking, Amos...
[Setting her bag down on his bedside table, she smiles, tapping her own chest to gesture she was ready for him to strip and show her how her work was healing, beginning to integrate with his skin.]
I trust there have been no problems?