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[Shiro doesn't remember falling, but it feels a little like he's been dropped off a high building and frankly, given the likelihood that he was teleported here, for whatever reason... he doubts, with his luck, that it was a gentle landing. He deeply considers lying prone for a few more minutes, but the sound of excited voices filter through to his awareness past the pain, talking about a 'beam of light'. Before he can think about how much he hurts, he's rolling into a tense, ready crouch, just in time for several large shapes to break through the foliage. Shiro can only gape at the variety of the figures that fan out to surround him, scales and vines and wings. He hasn't seen such a menagerie gathered in one place since, well... the coliseum.

It's not a comforting comparison.

Weary dread sluices through Shiro's body as they circle him, jeering. He seems weak! and King Darc will know just what to do with this one. and He'll be quite a prize, with this last line, an echo from the past again, ratcheting his pulse up until it feels like his chest will break. Though Shiro knows from their tone it won't do any good, he warns them to back off just once before lunging at the nearest one, hoping surprise will give him enough edge to run.]

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[God he really needs to explain about how he is against space racism but they're moving right along.]

... I'm sorry to hear that. No-one should have to go through something like that.

[Camillia seems, startled. The same sort of wide-eyed bewilderment he got from Darc. She is re-examining him entirely.]

... It was the worst time of my life. But Lord Darc rescued me, and restored me. Perhaps it is your turn.

[she turns her attention back to his arm, frowning.]

... I recognize the energy in your arm as magical energy, and can assure you that it has integrated with your body. It is as if it is not a machine at all, and is certainly stronger than your human arm. It... appears that you are the one powering it, which is why it does not need an external source of magic... but it isn't a drain on you. Truly amazing...

If you truly want to know what this arm is and what it's capable of, I'm sure this may be more that hideous witch Tatjana's area of expertise, as she specializes in nasty experimentation like this. But, well, it may be best to simply leave it be, dearie. [SNIFFS] Not that I would leave her alone with anyone in my care!

[She didn't leave him any time to protest that he's been rescued for quite a while. He curls the prosthetic's fingers, staring down the length of the arm. He should figure it out, it might be the key to getting back home. He knows he's been putting off learning more about it. He knows why. But that reluctance couldn't get in the way of reuniting with the rest of the Paladins.]

... I'll think about it. [a small small attempt at humor:] Probably shouldn't make any major decisions drugged and naked..

[she does actually laugh so there's that.]

What strange clothes! We couldn't get them off without peeling them off you like a fruit rind.

[She stands up, smoothing her green dress.]

Do let me know if you'd like a bit more froth later for the pain, dearie. I shall leave you to rest your weak little body.

[Eh he's too high to explain pressure suits.

He almost feels a little bad about this, but he'd feel rude not saying it.]

Thank you, Camillia. It's a relief to have you looking over me.

[?? ?????]

W... well! You should be grateful, of course! Smart boy, aren't you? Ho ho, but I've got my eye on you, don't forget!

[OFF. SHE GOES.

There's some voices outside for a while. Eventually Darc comes in again, holding a black patterned cloth.]

[These aliens are so weird but also... Very cute. ]

Hey again.

[Darc drapes the cloth over a stool and stands over him. He grunts, staring at Shiro with that same unhidden intense interest, but still seems reserved]

I hear you're in good shape.

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[... Still naked, still too high to care. For the most part. If he keeps looking Darc in the face, he can at least ignore it.]

Yeah.

[at least Darc is keeping his focus on Shiro's face also. He's just really used to nudity. Not human nudity tho. He grunts]

Your old clothes are destroyed, so I brought you something new that makes sense.

Something that makes sense... [Sounds promising? He levers himself up to get a better look. His body is responding a little better, though still heavy and dull. ]

[good :/ the black cloth looks like it's patterned the same way as Darc's sarong so guess what it's a sarong]

Though they're Deimos clothes. Your strength is returning, good.

[Oh, great. From what Darc said, he'd be on display anyway but he'd have liked to be a little less on display.

He wonders if there's underwear. He thinks there probably is not.]

Would you mind giving me a hand up? [Since there's nothing to grab on to for leverage and he does still feel stiff and weak. But the prospect of walking sounds good. He holds out his organic hand. ]

[Deimos wear fundoshi so I guess you only get underwear if you know how to put that on

Darc EYES HIM, staring at his hand. Then he flicks his gaze between Shiro's mechanical hand and the flesh one. Ah.

Fine; he takes his hand without comment otherwise, with an enormous scaley claw]

I suppose not.

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[Shiro grips his hand tight and let's Darc haul him up. He sways a little once he's on his feet, hand instinctivly gripping Darc's a little. ]

Sorry, [He says, automatically, but he doesn't let go until he's steady. Darc's standoffishness almost makes Shiro think he offended him, so he watches his face carefully out of the corner of his eye. ]

[Meanwhile Darc is watching Shiro's face INTENSELY

When Shiro peeks at him he stands up a little straighter.]

For what?

[Still just nervous, maybe...]

I'm still a little off-balance. And I'm... Not really sure how to tie this. Could you show me?

[Darc blinks, staring. Like. Digesting that request.

Then he lets out a soft chuff, some of the tension gone.]

Hah... you really have no idea, do you. Here you are, fallen out of the sky from a beam of light, completely alone and lost in this world.

[He picks up one of the pieces of black cloth.]

Very well, I will show you. Come stand here.

[THANKS, DARC.... ]

... A little less lost now, at least.

[Shiro's still too out-of-body high to really keenly feel any embarrassment but intellectually knowing he would probably be embrassed if he weren't drugged and recovering from life-threatening wounds makes him blush a little anyway. This time it's not just the nudity or the scars but the fact that Darc is dressing him, an act that would be intimate in any other context besides his infirmity.

Also Darc is the King??? He feels a little bad, like he's wasting his time. High Shiro decides to share this. ]

I feel like I'm holding you up.

[Darc has literally never dressed anyone else before. AND he has no context for how it ought to make him feel, dressing another adult. He knows Shiro is STONED, which certainly makes this all easier to swallow and a little amusing. But even then, Darc knows it would be embarrassing, normally. And Shiro is completely vulnerable, entrusting a certain helplessness to Darc.

Darc wraps the cloth around Shiro's waist from behind, blushing a bit himself. It... also feels a bit intimate. Honestly. He grunts.]

Nothing is more important than you.

[Shiro nearly whips around to look at him, but he's conscious of not wanting to accidently knock him over, so he doesn't. It's a very striking statement, so much a stoned Shiro only slowly muddles his way through making sense of it.]

... It would be pretty bad if anything happened to me while I was here, right? Because I'm a human.

[Darc's mouth quirks a bit.]

That's right. And Deimos don't exactly excel in delicate situations.

[Darc twists the cloth and threads it between Shiro's legs.]

I'll be careful.

[Said with the weighty sincerity of someone who grasps the importance. The thought that Shiro might become the cause of some kind of diplomatic incident is horrifying to him.

And then his ears go bright red at this unexpected move, kind of ruining the solemnity of the moment. ]

[ties off the underwear. Also red.]

One way or another, I'm the best suited for this task.

[He grabs the way bigger cloth, and wraps that one more simply around Shiro's waist, this time from the front. Eyeing him here and there like his weird way of locking eye contact in defiance of instincts that tell him to break eye contact.]

So, you're my responsibility, Shiro.

[Good, hope you got a GOOD LOOK at those sculpted thighs and pert ass. As brutally scared as the rest of him.

Shiro's just trying to keep eye contact, because it's really important to stoned Shiro for Darc to know he's not going to plunge his people into war. ]

I'll stick close by.