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[midnightroads]

"I'm not a healer either. Not really. Death, darkness and running away, that's what I'm good for, in terms of my purviews." He pauses and leans in to brush a butterfly kiss on Ginger's forehead. "But I can clean and bandage these. Alright?"

He Notices those deeper cuts, but doesn't say anything, instead tending gently to the changeling wearing Giles' face, as if he's an old, dear friend.

[ring_for_giles]

He bites his lip at the forehead kiss, really unsure what to do with all tenderness he's getting. It's quite the change from what he's used to. Even without the whole possession thing throwing more than a few spanners in the works.

"Yes, please"

Ginger hesitates, takes breath to say something, stops again, frowns, and tries again.

"You're rather different than I expected, darling. I mean, I knew you were nice enough of course, his memories are testament to that, but I- well. He thought Erin Peters was nice too, and look where that got me."

[midnightroads]

Bash laughs quietly. “I’m gentle because I choose to be. Spent my childhood getting my shit kicked in and fending for myself a lot, and like. I coulda took that and gone bitter and tough, right? But instead I decided to be ruthlessly kind, whenever that’s an option. Which is a different thing from just being nice.”

A pause, he runs his thumb along one of those deeper cuts, acknowledging it and not commenting on it aloud.

“Dunno who this Erin is yet, though.”

[ring_for_giles]

"I don't know many people who would make that choice. Not any more anyway. I think there were a few back home like that, but that was a very long time ago now."

Not that he especially wants to think about that. About people he was already missing before he became a ghost, let alone now.

"She's uh... She's-" nope nevermind, he'd really rather not think about that either, Thanks. Ginger is not one of Autumn's children, no matter what the body he's inhabiting thinks, he does not need to live with or confront his fear thankyouverymuch.

You know what's much easier to think about?

"I know what you're thinking, darling, but it's not that. I- or rather Ernest- Giles, I mean, can remove other people's injuries. But it's tit for tat. You have to bleed first."

[midnightroads]

It’s the use of the name Ernest, as of Jiles thinks of him as that first, that makes Bash most curious, and least willing to ask. He is loudly going to pretend he never ever heard that!

“An exchange. That makes sense. I think there’s divine magic in my world that runs along a similar…hehe. Vein. That was not intentional, I am so sorry.”

[ring_for_giles]

Ginger laughs, drawn out and hiccoughing and struggling for breath. Until he moves weirdly and everything hurts again.

"Don't you dare apologize, darling. I think I needed that."

He rubs at his face, trying to wipe away tears and pull himself back together. He only succeeds at one of those.