"It’s almost my second century. I’m never getting taller in this regeneration. Koschei can pick me up like a child." He pulled the cloth away and scowled at the blood. That was a deeper cut than he thought. Hopefully his body’s healing process would kick in soon. If not he’d need to go to get medical help. "How come you count it in weeks?"
"Well then you should use the lack of height to your advantage at some point. It’d be good for rushin’ into someone’s middle an’ knockin’ ‘em over." Winter sighed and shook her head when she noticed what he was scowling at. Gently moving his hand from his face she concentrated on his cuts to at least heal them up a little bit. She was still learning how to do it, really. "Um…’m not sure. ‘S just easier that way?"
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Winter looked up from her handwashing to grin at the newcomer. “Hey! You came in at a great time if you’re wantin’ some coffee. Fresh pot just finished brewin’.”
"It’s perfectly fine. In my case little is the truth. I’m shorter than most." He said and grimaced as taking a breath caused his cracked ribs to twinge. Tears stung in his eyes and he bit down on his lip to keep himself from breaking down entirely. "How ‘ave you been Winter? Still pregnant, yeah?"
"Ah give it time. ‘M sure you’ll get taller at some point. If not now then in one of your regenerations." Her frown only deepened when she noticed him wince as well as avoid the question. Still….She played along and pretended like she hadn’t noticed. "Been good. Morning sickness ‘s easing up an’ ‘m sixteen weeks now."
He offered her a half smile and shakily took the cloth from her. He pressed it to the bleeding cut on his cheek. “Little storm…’s better than Oncoming I suppose. I’m fine. The one that hurt me w-wasn’t himself.”
"I have a bad habit of addin’ little in front of things lately. ‘M sorry about that." Concern still etched on her face, she shook her head. "Was it Koschei?" Winter asked softly as she rummaged around in her purse for some band-aids.
He’s bruised and bleeding but he waves. “Hello again. It’s me. Drizzle. Remember?”
Winter frowned when she saw that he was bleeding, taking out a handkerchief and stepping over to him. “I do remember. I called you little storm in my head. Do I wanna know what happened?”
You should be so lucky ―
How is he?
Oh shush. You’re not so insufferable that I’d actually like you bein’ gone.
I haven’t seen him lately….
But the last time I did he was doin’ well. Looked good. Safe.