I should very much like it, yes. I think it shall help me settle down for the time being.
[That, and he also just doesn't want to say no to Joshua any more than he already has. The man has gone above and beyond for Dion in the last few minutes. Upset though he may be by the reminder of Kihel, he still doesn't hold it against the man. He just needs to be alone to lick his wounds.]
Please feel free. I shall manage without it.
[Especially since, at this rate, he's liable to skip tomorrow's clinic appointment. Between Joshua's insistence on healing him and his own upset, he isn't exactly feeling eager about doing it all again.]
I hope you will not mind if I do not see you out properly?
[No leading him to the door way or ensuring he makes it down the hall. Right now, it's everything in Dion's power not to outright lay down on the bed. Maybe being tired wasn't exactly an outright lie.]
[ Joshua nods to that, glad that Dion is at least willing to take the tea. He slips his glove back on, then picks up both mugs, carrying one to Dion so that he can take it. ]
You'll want it to steep a couple minutes more, unless you'd like it weaker.
[ And then, he's left with his own mug, and the tin of salve. The latter of which gets slid back into his pack, of course, and then he returns to cupping the mug in his hands. ]
It's all right. I will take no offense. Please, rest. I will see you tomorrow for another application of salve.
[Dion's fingers fold around the mug, holding it tight. It does burn at his skin, but he's handled worse. He's used the heat of a flare between the tips of his fingers, after all. If anything, it's a pleasant reminder of something he does not have any longer.]
Right. Tomorrow.
[He is less and less sure that he will be making their appointment after all that has happened, but like hell will he say that straight to Joshua.]
Go well, Phoenix.
[He gives him one last nod before turning his attention away fully.]
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[That, and he also just doesn't want to say no to Joshua any more than he already has. The man has gone above and beyond for Dion in the last few minutes. Upset though he may be by the reminder of Kihel, he still doesn't hold it against the man. He just needs to be alone to lick his wounds.]
Please feel free. I shall manage without it.
[Especially since, at this rate, he's liable to skip tomorrow's clinic appointment. Between Joshua's insistence on healing him and his own upset, he isn't exactly feeling eager about doing it all again.]
I hope you will not mind if I do not see you out properly?
[No leading him to the door way or ensuring he makes it down the hall. Right now, it's everything in Dion's power not to outright lay down on the bed. Maybe being tired wasn't exactly an outright lie.]
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You'll want it to steep a couple minutes more, unless you'd like it weaker.
[ And then, he's left with his own mug, and the tin of salve. The latter of which gets slid back into his pack, of course, and then he returns to cupping the mug in his hands. ]
It's all right. I will take no offense. Please, rest. I will see you tomorrow for another application of salve.
[ And, with that, he turns to move to the door. ]
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Right. Tomorrow.
[He is less and less sure that he will be making their appointment after all that has happened, but like hell will he say that straight to Joshua.]
Go well, Phoenix.
[He gives him one last nod before turning his attention away fully.]