Late in the evening. Many students have headed home or fallen asleep in the hammocks downstairs. The door to Dinah’s room is just ajar enough to peer through. But she's clearly not expecting anyone else to come up to borrow her shower tonight: Killian is sitting on her coffee table, shirtless, and she is fussing over him, partially obscuring him from the eavesdropper’s view.
The soft glow of green magic illuminates the room as she moves her hands over his shoulder.
“What kind of monster did this?” she asks, sounding a little pained herself. “I’ve never seen anything like it…”
“It wasn’t a monster,” Killian says, but he doesn’t elaborate. The magic dies out and she steps back to examine her work. “You’re mad at me,” he continues after a long moment. She sighs, a deep breath she’s clearly been holding in for awhile.
“I’m never mad at you,” she says. “I guess I just thought…”
She turns away from now, and heads over to little cabinet to procure a roll of cotton bandages. Her brow creases in thought as she looks at the bandages in her hands.
“I don’t know,” she says, turning back to him.
“That I’d be more careful?” he asks.
“Something like that,” she says, and sets about bandaging his shoulder. She makes quick work of it.
“Can I stay here tonight?” he asks at length.
“Of course,” she says, sounding a little defeated as she stands up. “You can take the couch.”
Killian stands up, crosses the room, and shuts the door.
EAVESDROPPING: Dinah and Killian in her room
“Hurts,” Killian comments through clenched teeth.
“I know,” Dinah whispers, barely audible. “I’m sorry. I’m almost done.”
The soft glow of green magic illuminates the room as she moves her hands over his shoulder.
“What kind of monster did this?” she asks, sounding a little pained herself. “I’ve never seen anything like it…”
“It wasn’t a monster,” Killian says, but he doesn’t elaborate. The magic dies out and she steps back to examine her work. “You’re mad at me,” he continues after a long moment. She sighs, a deep breath she’s clearly been holding in for awhile.
“I’m never mad at you,” she says. “I guess I just thought…”
She turns away from now, and heads over to little cabinet to procure a roll of cotton bandages. Her brow creases in thought as she looks at the bandages in her hands.
“I don’t know,” she says, turning back to him.
“That I’d be more careful?” he asks.
“Something like that,” she says, and sets about bandaging his shoulder. She makes quick work of it.
“Can I stay here tonight?” he asks at length.
“Of course,” she says, sounding a little defeated as she stands up. “You can take the couch.”
Killian stands up, crosses the room, and shuts the door.