Then perhaps it by fate that we met?

[A single errant prince and a single Phoenix. It's sort of story right out of a childhood fantasy. And one he quickly dashes from his mind before he can dwell too deeply on it.]

I was indeed. And now I can only hope she is being well cared for at home. I sent someone very dear to me to bring her enough coin to survive on. It will have to be enough.


[He can tell by that look that Joshua sees through his lies. It's hard to say whether it's guilt or a fear of Joshua's future wrath that winds up motivating Dion, but either way, he reaches for the hem of the sweater he wears all the same. No fantasy buttons or weird clothing to navigate here. Everyone say thanks, Heimr.

The sweater makes it to his abdomen before he finds himself hesitating. His cheeks feel warmer than they should, and he hates to think about how the rest of his body will fare once all is laid bare but... off it goes anyway. There's plenty of bandages and mottled bruises to be found here. Whatever entity brought him here had mended most of the threatening wounds, but that doesn't mean he's not still beaten up.]

You may have your way with me then, my healer.