text; Sweet lily of the hidden valley

[bearshermark]

I hope everyone is doing alright. It seems sleep is becoming difficult for many. In addition to healing, I have a sleep spell if anyone finds themselves in need of it.


Archeval, Five, Lan Wangji- I have your requests.

[Arche, if you are mind-tricking him while he tries to get this knife to you, he doesn't appreciate it]

Mina- I have a few questions for you when you have a moment, if you don't mind.

-Eleven

[ooc: happy to action thread or handwave gift recipient things :)]

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[darkeststars]

[ He fairly well expected some further admonishment from the hero, and is a little surprised when it doesn't come. And here he'd thought he had Eleven's type fully pegged. Interesting.

He shakes his head at the question, though, waving a careless hand. ]

No need to fret over me. If I do need something, I'll make myself welcome long enough to come get it. [ the words are delivered in that familiar drawl ]

And you know how to raise me. I suppose we have a decent place to meet, now, if need be.

[bearshermark]

[He nods, settling somewhat. That's right, Archeval can probably just mind-trick his way in if he really needs something. Still, it is cold and there's no mind-trick for that.]

Take care of yourself, then. [Then, with a rueful smile that utterly negates any attempt at obfuscation, tries on Arche's own tack just for good measure] I'd hate to have to send your soul, after all.

[darkeststars]

Yes, I'll bet you just would, at that. [ giving him a dry glance ]

I'm not so easy to kill. You can fret about looking after the rest of our hapless little gang instead, hero. [ this from the man who spent the first several days of their acquaintance relentlessly checking in on El's health, but the Dark Lord is nothing if not a bundle of occasionally very ridiculous contradictions. ]

...Thank you for the knife.

[bearshermark]

[His smile settles into something warmer and more natural. It's odd that the thorny edges of his shattered pride don't rise in response to the title Arche seems to prefer using in place of his name. Similar in terms of expectation, though without the weight of the one he'd left behind. But looking after- or at least helping- the others feels like something he can do.]

It's the least I could do for taking up so much of your time.

[For looking out for him for hours on end while he lost himself in his work. Nodding a final farewell, Eleven turns away to head back inside]