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The Chozo, he had to bring them up. The were an alien race that took Samusa in after her parents were killed by Space Pirates. They infused her DNA with theirs and raised her. They gave her the power suit, an old technology that would only work if you were Chozo. In fact most of her tech was Chozo, too bad they weren't around anymore. There were all gone now, leaving Samusa to clean up their mess. Samusa joined the Federation because she felt the need to belong again, to part of something great and hoped to bring peace, a dream she held on to still. But after losing Ian, she couldn't bare to get attached to anyone again and left.

The topic about her past caught her attention, she wasn't even sure if she had told the real Ian about it. Samusa stopped running and the grip of her zero suit slid against the smooth ground surface making her slide for a moment and create more dust. She wasn't far from Ian at this point so she could still hear him. "Let me tell you something," she turned with a hard glare, at this point she figured they had a minute before they were over run. "The federation wouldn't bat an eye if I left you here, for all they know you are already dead. And if you aren't really Ian, well they have no idea who you are anyways. I don't work for them anymore. Since you know so much about me, you should also know that..." Samusa was cut off by a blast going off behind Ian. "Crap, I thought we had more time!"

One of the pirates exited the building behind Ian and soon she knew it would be followed by more. "Fine!" Samusa had to make up her mind before they were both killed. "Get down," she grabbed a medium sized boulder, and chucked it at the beast with all of her strength hoping to give him enough cover to move as it knocked back the alien, landing on it's chest. "Take this and cover me, if we can make it to my ship I can charge up my suit to take them out and get out of here. " She pulled out Paralyzer still in it's whip format from her leg and tossed it to him, hoping her knew how to handle it, and that she was making the right decision to trust him. She took cover behind a giant rock before more shots were fired out at them and waited for him to give her the go.

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Ian's expression hardened as Samusa stopped running and she turned to face him with a glare of her own, making it clear that he'd struck a nerve even before she began to reply, and he frowned out of both exasperation and confusion at her words, still feeling as though he was out of the loop about something. Before he could tell her that he had no idea of what she was talking about though, a sudden, interrupting explosion coming from right behind him knocked him completely off his feet, and he felt all of the wind leave his body as he landed hard on the rocky terrain. In retrospect, maybe they hadn't picked the best time to have this sort of conversation...

Ears ringing from the detonation as he struggled to regain his equilibrium, Ian did his best to crawl to the closest cover he could find as the Space Pirates began their attack again, peppering the landscape with shots from their weapons, and managed to get behind something while Samusa created a momentary distract with an impressive feat of strength, hurling a boulder in the direction of the enemy before shouting in his direction. His hearing was still recovering from the blast, making it sound like she was coming from further away than she actually was, but Ian still got the gist, managing to catch the Paralyzer as she tossed it to him, and converting it back to it's firearm form. He was more than a little shell-shocked from the explosion, but he knew he couldn't afford to do nothing, so he soon pushed himself up into a crouch, preparing to do as she asked and cover him.

"Go! I'll hold them off!" he shouted, pulling the trigger and firing off a few shots in the direction of the attacking Space Pirates, forcing them to take cover themselves to avoid the stinging, paralyzing effects of Samusa's weapon. "Just remember, if you leave me behind now, I'm gonna haunt you for the rest of your life!"

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Samusa waited to make sure he was able to get up and fire, something she probably should have made sure of before throwing the weapon to him however she had no idea how to change it back. It was really the only option, and she would be back for it. No way she was going to leave it behind with him. Once the Pirates were held back, even for the slightest moment she took off again in the direction of her ship. It had been consealed since she left it and hoped that no one had stumbled upon it accidently while she was gone, that seemed to be her luck today. With her enhanced abilities she pushed herself to run as fast as she could over to the ridge.

The ships color almost blended in with the environment around hit except for the soft green hue of the front windsheild. She stopped momentarily to let the ship scan her and lower the sheilds before running up to it as it lowered a small platform that she used to climb up to the roof of the ship. On top there was a charging station, it started to glow softly as the ships power pulsed over her body, she could hear the hum of electricity as it washed over her and power up her suit. It didn't take long to charge up and it gave her a moment to think of a plan. Quickly she gave the ship commands to leave the shields down to prepare for when they came back, it was risky but the fastest retreat option they had. She wasn't sure how he would get into her ship since she practically high jumped onto the roof to enter the ship.

Once the ship was prepped she headed back. This time she was faster returning because of her suit. The suit gave her some comfort in the current mess, the way it fit her body and reacted to her movements just made the world outside go away and she could focused on the getting back.

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Glancing back over his shoulder for a second as Samusa rushed off in the direction of where he assumed her ship was hidden away, Ian resumed firing at the Space Pirates, squeezing the trigger whenever one of them popped their ugly heads out into the open. He hoped that the Bounty Hunter hadn't stashed her ship too far away though, considering that the non-lethal effects of the Paralyzer wouldn't allow him to hold off the Pirates forever, and he was too shaken up from that last explosion to think he had much of a chance trying to take them on with the energy whip feature built into Samusa's weapon again. "Can't say this is as easy as the games make it look..." Ian said with a grimace, forced to duck down beneath his own cover to avoid the Pirates' laser retaliation.

Risking another shot over his cover to leave a Space Pirate paralyzed as it tried to get closer, Ian worried that he was already running out of time to stall for Samusa, yet just as it seemed like he was about to be overrun, the sounds of someone quickly stomping closer could be heard, and he looked back to see Samusa---now fully armored---charging back into the fray. Heaving a sigh of relief, he moved to another bit of cover a little farther away from the impending firefight, having a strong feeling that Samusa could handle things from here without a lot of interference on his part.

"Show'em who's boss, Samusa!" he called, keeping the Paralyzer at the ready in the event that an opportune shot presented itself.

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At first glance Ian seemed okay. Part of Samusa couldn't help but feel happy, she had made it back in time before he was over run. The Pirates were large in numbers now and seemed to be using each other as shields as each one got hit with the Paralyze making their way closer to Ian. She had to give it to them it wasn't a bad plan but they didn't seem to think she was coming back.

Samusa took her chance and immediately aimed up her arm canon and fired a missile at the large group feeling like they left it too easy. She saw a number of their body parts go flying when the missile connected and exploded on impact. Quickly she sent another at the doorway hoping it would cave in and block any more of them from coming out.

Keeping her arm cannon up and prepped she signaled for Ian to move. She wasn't sure how his hearing would be at this point and hoped he would start to go towards the direction she took off earlier. Now she was armed and prepared for the enemy and wouldn't be caught off guard again. She saw movement to her right and fired her laser canon in the direction just missing another one as it took cover behind a monstrous boulder. It was only one so she wasn't too worried as she started to back in the direction of her ship.

She shot another missile at the rock hoping to keep the pirate pinned but something flickered. How did she miss it? Nothing came up in her scans, they weren't that advanced, were they? Samusa yelled as loud as she could "if you aren't running as fast as you can do it now!" She turned and bolted herself as she was no match for a ship.

After taking a few strides the rock behind her shimmered and shifted into a ship. Now their only chance was to make it to the ship. She saw Ian ahead of her and she started to catch up to him, prepared to pick him up, carry him the rest of the way and toss him in the ship herself!

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Reentering the battle with a literal bang, Samusa was a destructive sight to behold as she fired off a couple of missiles in the direction of the Space Pirates, dealing far more damage than Ian had done with the Paralyzer in the process, and the young man bunkered down beneath his cover once more as the explosions rocked the area, leaving them with several less Pirates to worry about for the moment, along with the entrance into the outpost completely caved in, blocking any reinforcements from arriving from that direction. "Damn... those must have been Super Missiles..." he remarked as he peeked out at the battlefield once more, only to see Samusa gesturing for him to get moving.

Not needing his full hearing to understand when it was time to get out of dodge, Ian stood up and began running in the direction that Samusa had gone earlier to reach her ship, glancing back over his shoulder to see the Bounty Hunter mounting a slower retreat as well, continuing to fire off a few shots at any remaining enemies in the process. Samusa's body language seemed to indicate that something was wrong though, and Ian forced himself to pick up the pace as she shouted a warning for him to do just that.

"What's going on?" he yelled back, only to receive his answer as one of the larger rock formations nearby suddenly visibly distorted, revealing itself for a Space Pirate ship, and he promptly returned his attention to the path ahead as the Pirates opened fire, peppering the landscape with laser fire. "Oh come on! Aren't the first levels of these games usually less intense than this!?"

Stumbling over a ridge in his mad dash in what he hoped was still the right direction, Ian skidded to a stop as Samusa's familiar spaceship revealed itself amongst the mountainous region, and had to try to force aside his awe at standing before such an iconic gaming image to concentrate on staying alive... only to find himself a little stumped as to how to actually reach it, considering that it was floating too high off of the ground for him to board. "U-Uh...Samusa? I think I need some-"

It was at that point that Samusa came charging through the ridge herself, and before Ian could even finish talking, he found himself lifted off his feet like a sack of rice, carried the remainder of the distance between himself and the ship, and hurled towards in a similar manner as that boulder the Bounty Hunter had tossed at the Pirates earlier. "---WHOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARGH---!" he exclaimed in a panic as was suddenly given a crash course on what it was like to fly---specifically the crashing part---landing heavily upon the ship with a thud.

"...ow." Ian groaned with a grimace, looking down over the edge of the ship, hoping that Samusa would be right behind him, especially since the Pirate's own ship was rapidly closing in. "I'm not sure what hurts worse... my body, or my pride... but at least it worked, I guess..."

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The ship came out of its camouflaged state and fired immediately at her. Samusa rolled to the side dodging before continuing to sprint forward. The hum of the ships engines roared to life and the wind around picked up around them as she caught up to Ian and tossed him over her shoulder as she continued to dodge incoming enemy fire. Once they were in reach of her ship she tossed up Ian to the roof of the ship and launched herself up. As quick as she could she turned and returned fire at the ship as it launched another shot directly at the ship. Out of instinct Samusa jumped onto Ian shielding him with her armor. The ship shook beneath them as it took a direct hit and Samusa couldn't help but curse at herself internally for leaving the ship with the shields down. It had taken a number of hits already and she wasn't sure of the damage it had taken already. During the cross fire the ship its scan and started to come to life again. The ship gave off a soft vibration letting her know it wasn't too badly damaged.

The platform started to lower and let them into the ship. Once the entrance had enough room for her, Samusa slid into the ship and took her seat at the helm. Out of habit her hands started to move quickly over a number of buttons before grabbing the controls. The ship started to shake again as it started to take on more fire, and lights started to flash. Samusa pulled back on the controls getting the ship to start to lift off the ground and fired off shots back at the other ship. Samusa set up the shields again and made sure that the entrance was sealed again with Ian inside, "hang on to something!" she yelled back to him. She pulled back again on the controls letting the ship lift up and take off into the sky. The ship took off and made a bit of distance between them and the Space Pirate Ship before she was able to lock onto the enemy and send off another blast to take it out once and for all. She waited for the ship to explode before she relaxed.

"Now, hopefully that is the last of them and we can get out of here." Samusa set the ships auto-pilot on a course to a near by Federation base and waited. "Well this is new..." The ship continued to fly up and away from the planets surface however it wasn't responding to the hyper drive commands. She let out a heavy sigh and set the ship to defensive mode putting the cloak back up as they flew out into outer space. "I'm not sure what is wrong but it seems it is going to take a while to get you the Federation, closest one is in the next sector which will take about two months without the hyper drive working." She set the computer to do some diagnostics and got up from pilot chair.

She got up and geared down since there was no point in having her armor on inside the ship, and it was already a small space for one person let alone two with the bulky armor on. The interior was simple, the pilot station at the front, living are in the back, a maintenance station for all of her gear to the left and storage cells on the right. Now the danger was over and they seemed to have some time on their hands she turned back to Ian. She couldn't just dismiss him now, he was in her ship, she had to deal with it. "Are you okay?"

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Under a different set of circumstances, having an attractive, well-built woman like Samusa throw herself on top of him would have been a welcome thing... but considering she was covered head-to-toe in the iconic Power Armor that had been gifted to her by the Chozo... the act was comparable to being struck by a line-backer... except much, much worse, and Ian winced as he felt the wind knocked out of him while the Bounty Hunter shielded him from any of the effects of the Space Pirates' direct hit upon her ship. Thankfully, they were still in the air, so the damage must have been relatively minor, allowing them to descend into the interior of the ship without issue so that Samusa could take the controls and a more direct command over any retaliatory strikes in the process.

Feeling like he was on the set of some sci-fi movie---and wishing it was something as tame, comparatively---Ian struggled to get on his feet as the ship began to lurch around him, only just managing to grab onto the closest sturdiest object nearby upon Samusa's last-second warning, still needing to struggle not to completely lose his footing as the ship took off. Having to fight to keep himself from further losing his equilibrium as the ship flew through the air, Ian still couldn't help but feel a palpable sensation of elation and relief as Samusa successfully brought down the Space Pirates' vessel, ending the fight once and for all in a brilliant explosion, and sighed in relief. "Nice shot!"

Samusa soon had her ship flying off into the stars now that things had finally settled down, and as she worked with the controls, Ian couldn't help but stare out the viewport of the ship, jaw dropping slightly as he took in the vast view of space stretching out before them. If it hadn't already hit him just where he was and what that meant, it would have definitely hit him at this point. "This is... crazy. Am I really in outer space...?" he breathed, placing a hand on the viewpoint as he looked out. It was an awe-inspiring moment.

He was so caught-up in admiring the view, he almost missed Samusa's discovery about the ship's hyper drive, and turned to look over to her with wide eyes as she stood up from the pilot's chair. "T-Two months? Are you kidding?" he asked, already knowing what the answer would be. Samusa's armor vanished---likely being switched off remotely now that they were out of trouble---making it a bit easier to take her in without the dangerous suit obstructing her form, but Ian found it hard to relax even with the aesthetically pleasing sight of the blonde, curvaceous bounty hunter, and shook his head. "Oh, I'm just fine; aside from waking up on some desert planet, wandering into a firefight with Space Pirates, and meeting..." Ian had to pause, nearly revealing just how he knew Samusa in the world he'd come from. "...you." he finished, plopping down on something to sit on as the adrenaline from the battle finally began to wear off.

There were so many questions still buzzing around in his head regarding this whole mess, yet he knew Samusa was unlikely to have the answers, so he couldn't see it doing any good to bring them up to her... at least not right now. There was no way she'd believe him, anyway. Sighing and running a hand through his hair, his eyes fell on Samusa's Paralyzer, still locked tightly in his grip, and after a few seconds, he held it out for her to take back. "Thanks for not leaving me behind, Samusa. I owe you one." he said, risking a small grin, hoping things weren't going to continue to be as heated between them as they'd been getting right before the Space Pirates had attacked that last time.

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He may have looked like her Ian but now she knew for sure he wasn't the same man she new years ago. She took the weapon back from him and took it over to her workbench placing it down before taking off her gun holster and putting it down with it as well. She had to remember to look at them both later as right now she wouldn't be able to focus on the task. "Yeah... sure..." Samusa kept her gaze from him as she walked over to the living area, opening a drawer to grab two silver packages and tossing one over to him. She ripped the top open and pulled out what looked like a brick. The ship didn't have real food on it, just dehydrated food supplements which didn't taste like much if you weren't use to them. Samusa glanced back up at Ian and put hers back down not feeling hungry after all. She didn't really get a good look at him before but now she was able to see the damage the prior battle had on him.

"Are you sure nothing is broken or bruised?" She couldn't help but just study him again from afar. "I'm not a doctor but that was pretty intense for not having any amour or a suit and there is a pod over there that can help..." Samusa hesitated for a minute and went back to the work area and opened a small closet and pulled out something. "Here, this will fit you, if you ever need it again." It was a combat suit she had found in the past Ian's locket before she left, a spare one he kept on hand just in case. Since they looked similar in looks and build, she was sure it would fit him too. Samusa walked up to Ian and offered it to him. She couldn't help but to stand there feeling close to Ian again was strange after so long. She had to keep telling herself that this wasn't the same man she knew, even if he put on the suit. Memories came flooding back from her time with him. A small rush of excitement and butterflies. The only man to really get any reaction from her, and he was back from the dead it seemed.

"Hopefully the ship will be able to finish the diagnostics soon and start the self repair sequence which can take an hour to a couple of days. Then I can drop you off at the Federation Base and then they can take you home." Samusa was curious and wasn't sure if she should ask but she did anyways. "Where is... home? Where do you come from? Or is that another memory that you can't remember either?" She had a million questions racing through her head but she couldn't stop staring at him.

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Nothing about this made any sense at all. None of it should be real, yet the minor residual pain from his cuts, scrapes, bruises, and burns were enough to convince him that this was no game, as was the fact that Samusa was standing before him in all of her beautiful, stoically imposing glory... even if she seemed to be having some kind of trouble of her own regarding his strange and mysterious appearance on her mission. Whatever was really on her mind though, at least she didn't seem intent on giving him the cold shoulder any more, judging by her willingness to share... whatever it was that was in the food packet she tossed his way, reminding him of the fact that he hadn't eaten all day and prompting him to take a small bite of the largely tasteless dehydrated food.

"I'm... fine; just a little singed, that's all." Ian replied, trying not to let on how shaken he was by all of this. Sure, it had been exciting in a crazy sort of way, but now that the adrenaline was starting to fade, it was difficult to ignore the fact he'd come closer to death more times today than he was entirely comfortable with, and he could feel his hands shaking a bit as he tried to hold his food steady. If Samusa hadn't been there... there was no way he'd be standing here right now. Following Samusa with his eyes as she walked back to the work area, Ian tilted his head as the Bounty Hunter produced a combat suit that must have come from the Federation, and took it as she held it out for him. He wasn't sure why she'd have something like this---perhaps for emergencies or just as a memento from her days in the Federation---but he wasn't about to turn down something like this, so he smiled and nodded his head. "Thanks. This will come in handy." he said gratefully, beginning to put it on just to see if it would indeed fit, as well as how it'd feel.

As he suited up though, Samusa eventually asked him a question he had been dreading, as he wasn't sure of how to answer her without sounding like he was a mental case that needed to be put in a padded cell. "I'm from..." Could he even tell her he was from Earth? It was technically the truth, but it wouldn't be his Earth, would it? None of his family or friends would be there either, so it wasn't going to do him any good to go there himself, yet... he needed to tell her something, as he had a feeling that she was going to continue to be overly skeptical if he only continued to tell her he simply didn't remember anything. "...where I'm from... all I know is that it's not really part of the Federation or any space they might control... so I don't think they'll be able to help me get back..." he said after a moment, finishing up with the combat suit and looking down at himself for a few seconds. "Well... how do I look?" he asked curiously, turning his gaze back to Samusa, noting that she had been staring at him for awhile now. "By the way... what was going on back on that planet that had both you and the Space Pirates fighting over it?"


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Gazing over at the Djinn, she would have taken a breath for a moment before softly speaking, "Well thank you Faraz, I try to get a head start when and if ever I can. I notice that it helps me become a better student for my teachers that way. I also tend to focus better when I do that." Her smile was gentle as she gazed at him deeper now. There was something hauntingly familiar about him but she couldn't put her hands on it. She knew he hadn't been out of the bottle in over a thousand years and there was no way she was around then. Although, everything about him sent her to some form of bottled up memory like dream.

"Markets? They are stores now and yeah they've probably changed drastically since you were last out. I would say that's probably going to be a lot of fun for you though. One thing about that trip is either you need to be human for it or invisible. Up to you on that decision I won't force you but just offer suggestions." She smiled some as she would have felt the day dreams finally start to leave her looking back down at the counter to get her mind off of them. Standing back up fully as she would have started to slip on her clothing in a way. Her undergarments first as she would have then listened again. "I am looking forward to the stories they are going to be so much fun."

"Any need?" She responded with a soft laugh. "Some needs I feel are too sinful or devious to ask for help with." Shaking her head some to clear it she would have actually been more surprised that he had been able to pick up the fact she said those things. Her heart racing some as she realized she stated that out loud. She was mentally kicking herself for her urges. One would have assumed that the day before would have erased those immediately. Yet, she was feeling it louder than before.

At hearing the Djinn ask her so sweetly to go out on adventures to seek out new stories, it made the softest smile cross her lips, "Yes, Faraz, you may go and search out new stories. I hope you come back with new ones that excite you very much. I will be here continuing on my day to day routine. You don't have to feel bad about leaving me alone but if you're gone for too long I may get a tad lonely again."

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Once more, Faraz felt that he had known Kiya before. Some other lifetime of mortals, he supposed. Once more, Faraz shunted the thought away as unimportant. His face lit up---with both an excited expression and a smile and actually becoming lighter---when she told him that markets (no, stores) were different now than they had been. The Djinn wanted to see what she meant, and he was ready to go with her at that very moment, although he would be patient and wait for her to give the word. "I will be invisible, then. I would not want to embarrass you by looking like someone who had never seen a store before," the genie informed his mistress.

Faraz was somewhat astounded that Kiya would just dress herself right there with him in what was essentially the same room. That would almost never happen outside of a sexual relationship the last time he had been free. He clearly still had loads to learn. He clearly also had a very beautiful mistress, and he could no longer look away. Perhaps in an attempt to distract her from noticing that he was looking at her, the genie said "I am glad; I am eager to tell you my stories."

Any need? Kiya's next words confirmed what the Djinn had been thinking she meant. It took him a moment to compose an answer. "I am sure that you think that way," Faraz began carefully. "But being immortal tends to blur the definitions of mortal concepts like 'sin'. We don't normally look to a higher power like you do." He thought for a moment, and then continued. "Of course, as your servant, I cannot make you do anything. Just think about it, perhaps, and remember that most things are within The Rules."

When she told him that he was free to collect stories, the Djinn did a somersault in the air over the couch. "Then, by your leave, I will depart tomorrow morning. If you should ever need or want your humble servant for any reason thereafter, merely rub the bottle---which you ought to always have on your person---and Faraz the Fantastic shall return forthwith."

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Kiya would have watched him finally dressed moving to pull on a pair of pretty sandals that she had nearby her closet. Her eyes shimmering some as she would have then licked her lips, "I think that you will enjoy the store given how long it's been since you've been to the markets. Also maybe sometime I will take you to the farmers market or the Chinese markets so you get those experiences as well. There are plenty of new markets around to try. Plus, I love cooking so I tend to be a little more adventurous with my shopping than most."

Her voice gentle as she would have watched him some noticing that he was looking over her in a way. It didn't bother her any but made her wonder what exactly he was thinking about, "I am sorry if anything I do seems odd to you it's just in this time period women tend to be a little bit more forward and independent than they use to be I guess." A giggle escaped her some as she felt her hair was in her face too much. Pulling it to one side she took her time braiding it and tying it with a string that was on her nightstand.

Once that was done she would have moved to the stairs going down them from her loft like bedroom area. Watching him float to follow her. A soft smile as she would have then grabbed her bag and checked for her wallet and keys. Thankful that while the idiots took her loose cash they left her cards because they were not the best thieves. "Alright. Faraz, you ready to see a new market?"

After asking she smiled again beginning to open the door and lead the way now down the street.

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"An adventurous cook!" Faraz exclaimed with delight. "Good thing I am made of air, else I might become too heavy to fly!" He continued with a hearty laugh. This was easier than trying to think too hard. His mistress had him a bit scrambled, but banter was always easy for a Djinn. "And I do greatly appreciate your efforts to ease my transition into modern life," he added, more serious now, though with the humor still present in his voice.

He watched her finish getting ready to go out, and he floated around, following her. He supposed that it was supposed to reassure her of his physical presence, as he would be invisible when they left the apartment.

He smiled a wide, eager smile, nodding his head to indicate that he was absolutely ready to go. "Your humble servant is always prepared," he half-joked, half-boasted. When Kiya opened the door, he floated out behind her, turning himself invisible as he passed through the doorway. It had been dark before, so he looked around at everything, now that he could see it all in the light of day. It seemed different already. Today was going to be an adventure!

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"I'm glad your excited about my cooking." Kiya said happily when she opened the door and began walking down the street. She knew he was there but wasn't really able to be seen. All around them was a super busy market with plenty of goings on around them. People screaming about this or that others trying to haggle because the store she went too was through one of the Chinese markets. Which she planned to hit up on the way back. Once she arrived at the supermarket, grabbing a buggy of sorts so her groceries wouldn't be that heavy she would feel Faraz around her and it made her giggle. The lamp was tucked safely away in her bag like purse.

As she moved into the grocery store he would see all the different food items from around the world all at her fingertips. She moved slowly taking her time trying to plan meals out clearly especially since she was now no longer alone. She would hold some fruit or sniff things to make sure they were ripe enough.

After that process she found the meats and breads grabbing chicken and fish which she typically cooked most. Her hair in her face as she leaned down for some other things, once they were done at the main store she would pay for the items at a electronic style system with no cashier to really see what he might think.

After bagging and paying she would grab the bags and place them into her reusable one with the lamp because it was large enough for this trip she was making. Once done she would walk back the way they came moving to two vendors for foreign spices and unique food items like seaweed and other starches she could not get anywhere else. This would probably be showing her djinn the new way of life unlike any before.

Once arriving back home she would close the door, "so what did you think of your first shopping trip?" She asked cutely.

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Shopping was absolutely an experience. Faraz had not seen anything like it in a very, very long time. Not since he left the realm of his kin, although his time in imperial Rome and that stint in Baghdad did come fairly close, along with trips to other great cultural centers. It was astonishing how, without the use of magic (he would know if there were any passive enchantments at work) or large blocks of ice, the humans could keep such large quantities of food fresh. Human ingenuity was truly a wondrous thing.

That machine---once again lacking magic---that Kiya used to pay for her things was interesting. "How do they know know that you've paid? It must be very easy to simply walk past these things," the genie said, having noted the apparent design flaw. It wasn't as if there was a gate attached to the purchase machine or something like that. The lack of merchants was also confusing for him. There was the man with the meats and the woman at the bakery section, but nobody was hawking their produce like he was used to.

The last time he had been out of his prison, the Silk Road had been in decline, so it was nearly impossible to find the exotic spices that were on display at the end of their trip (not without very great expense, anyways), and he had never seen them in such quantities outside of where they were produced. He knew them all, of course, for genies were all fond of the finer things in life, but he also knew that some foods and spiced had been discovered since he had last been outside. None of his previous masters had ever experienced the wonder that was a potato, for example. But he did not let that bother him. The smells were familiar and calming. Faraz breathed them in deeply, turning to give his mistress a wide smile, forgetting that he was still invisible.

The Djinn made himself visible again upon the apartment door closing. He smiled at her question. "Humanity has come very far in a thousand years. Faraz has never seen so many different things all together in one place on Earth before," he added. He noticed the cute way she looked and found himself in need of a quick zip around the apartment to let off a little steam.

"What is next on the agenda?" He inquired.

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Kiya would have giggled when she noticed him become solid once again, taking a spin around the room, it was something to be said of his airy nature that made her enjoy it greatly. Something about having Faraz close was making her heart much lighter than it had been in a very long time but part of her wondered if he would be okay if she went to get a cat, that had been something on her mind for a while, "Well, at the moment, I am going to be putting away my grocery items, spices, and household things." Her voice gentle as she rummaged through her bags now. Looking for frozen and cold items to put into her fridge.

Taking her time as she would have then spoken, "After I am done with this, I will probably curl up with my school books." She stated in response now with a beautiful gaze over at him, a bright smile one that spoke of her past in a way, "So, if you would like to go listen for stories around the world feel free! Besides I am looking forward to tonight's story." The golden tones of her voice speaking of her child-like nature and happiness seemed to be bubbling to the surface.

Even then she seemed to be dancing as she moved around the kitchen and going from bags to locations of items. There was almost music in her head as she moved, "I hoped you enjoyed the supermarket. I had fun showing you the best of what my location has to offer from stores perspectives that was also just for food. Wait till you see the stores for clothes and other things... they are very bright beautiful..."

"Im personally glad to show you how far humanity has moved in the time you've been away." moving back and forth finally she was done putting things away. Brushing her hands together some and then moving into the living room looking out of the window. "Maybe, sometime I can show you the large park its very lovely in the fall which its starting to become."

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Faraz the Fantastic listened attentively to his mistress as she informed him about what she was doing and what she intended to soon be doing. When she said that his was free to go off in search of stories, he smiled in anticipation. This soon turned into bright laughter as he heard her tell him how excited she was for his next story. He waited for Kiya to settle down with her books before he left, replying to her comments while he did so. "I will always be delighted to see anything that my mistress wishes to show me."

As soon as the Djinn thought it was a good time to go, he declared it. "Your humble servant will be departing now. Remember that when you want me to return, merely rub the lamp!" And with that and a smile, he winked out of sight.

He went first to the nearest public gathering, floating around and listening for anything that sounded like it could be (or point towards) a good story. When he had gathered a few ideas---and having learned where the library was---he made his way in that direction. He spent several hours there, absorbing the knowledge of those books that caught his eye. Curiously, he found that some subjects could not be found. There was nothing on genie-kind, or alchemy, or several other sciences that humans used to work on. He realized that the mortals had finally figured out that, without magic, such pursuits were pointless and had relegated them to fantasy tales.

He did come across a few very good tales and stories which he had not known about. The collection of literature had greatly expanded in the past few centuries, he came to understand. Some of them were old tales in new clothes, while others were completely unknown to him. He devoured them all, eager to expand his repertoire.

The genie quickly lost track of all time, and he was in the midst of a delightful series of short stories by one Sir Arthur Conan Doyle when he felt the familiar---though long disused---tug at his navel. With a slight sigh of regret at having to put the book down, he returned it to its place on the shelf and teleporting back to Kiya's apartment, suddenly appearing by the couch accompanied by a mild popping sound. "You called, mistress?" He asked, his eyes looking at her inquisitively.

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Kiya had spent the rest of the day going about on her own. She would have finished a bunch of pre-homework for college classes which would start soon. Her eyes glowing as she would have cleaned and made food for herself. Something about the Genie was weighing heavily on her mind and part of her wished there was a book with them in it to see who all he had been a Genie too. Even in the past because in her mind there was something so familiar to her and she felt like a young woman again with his stories.

There was something spectacular about them, and she honestly didn't want to go to sleep later that night because of the nightmare. It wasn't always a scream but it was definitely something she dreaded and hated. As the day worn on she forgot about it and calmed her worried mind about it. The day was growing low as she decided to use her computer to order somethings she needed to replace.

Having made dinner she would have thought about what it would be like to not be alone anymore would anyone fall for her? Maybe she should not be so callous and use her wishes. Something said to do so because it could help somethings but at the same time she felt stupid for thinking about them. Pushing her dinner around her plate they would come back in her head.

Closing her eyes she would have decided against her better nature and grabbed the lamp after setting her utensils down on either side of her full plate of food. Softly rubbing it. It took a few minutes like she had been told till suddenly he poofed in before her. "Hey, Faraz, so umm I have a question about the wishes... can you heal someone who has been really truly hurt more than I was?" She asked gently looking down.

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The second thing that Faraz noticed after Kiya herself was the plate of food. Her prepared meal looked very good. While he didn't necessarily need to eat food, he could do so, and the dish certainly looked good enough to eat. It wasn't the only thing that he would be willing to eat, however. Shaking that inappropriate thought from his mind, he paid closer attention to what his mistress was saying.

"Well, that is a somewhat complicated question, Kiya. Physical ailments Faraz the Fantastic can easily cure. Ailments of the mind and soul, however, are much trickier. That is a much more invasive type of magic than the magic involved in, say, growing new skin. I will not lie, I do have the power necessary. But it is delicate, and I could end up destroying something else, like an elephant in the china shop of one's mind. I could annihilate memories, character traits, even your sanity." The genie took a deep breath before continuing. "I assume you refer to your nightmares? If you so Wish it, I will not refuse. But I am not responsible for any collateral damage which the magic may cause to occur."

The Djinn manifested his legs and sat down heavily on the couch. If he was being honest with himself, he hoped that she would not Wish him to do it. His mistress was a beautiful person with a wonderful personality. He would do his best to keep her intact, but there was no guarantee and he would not forgive himself if he messed something up inside of her. That reminded him.

"One last comment on the subject, Mistress. Mental Magic, as we call it, is, as I said, very invasive. There are magics which can read thoughts, but this sort of thing would go beyond that. Things which you would never allow to see the light of day would be open for me to view. It is an ultimate thing, to entrust one's entire personhood in someone else. Just another thing to consider."

With that having been said, Faraz stood up to gaze outside of the window while he waited for Kiya to digest that information and make her decision. He had not been this nervous about a potential Wish in over a millennium, and he could not say that he enjoyed the feeling. It was like rats gnawing at his innards. Quite unpleasant all around. But wait he must, for only Kiya could command him.

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Kiya had noticed the Djinn gazing upon her plate getting up for a moment she would have listened. There was a chance to get rid of her dreams but that wasn't what she wanted to know. It seemed as though he was assuming it was for her mental distress. While it was true she was, partially, asking for it she was mainly asking for her mother. Taking her time while he spoke she would have made him a plate, setting it across from her. "I appreciate you telling me the truth of what could happen. In a way, yes, I was asking about that. I was also asking for my mother. She is terminally ill and I thought maybe you'd be able to help. It is alright... though... I will just have to think of other things."

Placing a hand through her hair she would watch him now. He was handsome in a way by how he spoke and told almost everything in a flourish that she missed from men of her time period. There were no story tellers or people to pick her brain. Even excitement for a subject felt very much lacking while her companion now seemed to be full and joyous much all the time. Except whenever he was explaining something that clearly worried him very much for her safety. She caught hints of that throughout his words.

"You have a secret level of care that I very much appreciate Faraz, and I will have to thank you a million times over for such." She breathed bowing her head to him and waving her hand over his spot, "Please, eat and join me. I promise I do not bite too much..." She laughed some and seemed content once again at his explanation. "Did you find plenty of beautiful stories?" Her voice was gentle. "I am sorry to have pried you away from such things... with just some simple questions..."

She almost sounded hurt that she had pulled him away. Just because she knew that he seemed to have a love for it. It was also something that made her heart lighter. "I would love to hear something romantic at some point. I leave timing of that up to you... but that seems to be a hidden favorite for me." Kiya's tone was light and bright as she would have eaten some of her food and then taken a drink. Her eyes looking to the table spacing out a little bit. "I don't want to go to sleep tonight..." it was a soft mutter he would have been able to hear if he was close.

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"A cure for your mother?" Faraz inquired, quite intrigued. "My mistress has a great and open heart!" He cried out as he walked from the window to the table where the plate Kiya had made for him rested. He paused with his mouth open and a forkful of food nearly inside of it when she mentioned his caring side. He blushed and set down his fork, although it was just in time to be hit with the question about stories.

His food temporarily forgotten (although Faraz was sure that it was delicious), the Djinn's excitement spiked once more. "Oh, yes, mistress! You humans have come up with a great many wonderful things with your creative minds during the centuries I have been... away..." he trailed off, as if sad that he had missed so much, before perking up again. "I have made a great effort to learn more tales for your pleasure, Kiya." Try as he might, the genie could not help but blush at the thought of Kiya's pleasure. "And you really must remember that you are my mistress. The simplest of your questions is more important to me than the greatest of my desires!"

The Djinn was about to confirm that he would, indeed, spin a romantic tale for her when the softest breath of air brought her last utterance to his ears. He slowed and his face softened. "My mistress," he solemnly began, "if you do not wish to sleep tonight, then Faraz the Fantastic shall spin many marvellous tales for you, such that you will not be able to even close your eyes at all, so great will be your wonder."

And for once, the genie decided that he would be bold towards his mistress. "If it is comfort that you desire, Kiya," he spoke in a low and tender voice, although he could not stop some of his desire from seeping into his tone, "perhaps your humble servant could hold his mistress while he delights her with fabulous stories? For Faraz has heard that touch is something that all beings crave, at one point or another." It was then his turn to whisper something, though he was certain that Kiya could hear him. "Even genies."

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Kiya would have nodded some as she watched her genie. There was gentleness all through his presence. Part of her wondered just why he was so gifted with it. Partially, because she had found out in some regards he had once been human. That kind of thing tended to linger. Her eyes shimmered with brightness as she would have made sure to listen for the most part. "I am very glad your mind has been opened by the amount of stories you've found!" The tone of her voice was a happy one.

"I have wanted a cure for my mother because she may have terminal cancer... I am unsure... I know she's been sick a very long time." Crossing her arms against her breasts she would take a second to look at the table some. "Greatest of your desires? What might those be?" The question rolled off her tongue and caused a soft blush to cross her own cheeks a little bit. "I am very much looking forward to the story of which you plan to tell this evening..."

Faraz would be able to tell there was plenty going on in her head based upon her furrowed brow. Her lips parted some as she would have begun to sigh a little bit finishing her food. "Please eat... you don't have to worry about answering immediately every single thing I ask... I just don't like being alone if I am being perfectly honest." A sweet smile crossing her lips. The hair she had brushed back once again fell across her face. She had a question she wanted to ask of him... but she would wait.

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"Faraz the Fantastic is glad to have found so much, if that knowledge makes his mistress happy," the Djinn rejoined. And it was true, for the genie greatly enjoyed hearing happiness in Kiya's voice. Especially after so long in silence, without another real being to speak to, Faraz craved joy, and to know of the joy in others.

He smiled sadly when she spoke about her mother's illness. He could attempt to cure the woman, certainly, but the magical laws prevented him from doing so without a direct Wish. Even so, his heart filled with compassion at the display of familial love. It was good to see that this concept also still persisted.

It was the genie's turn to blush as Kiya's next question, a deep purple against his blue skin. "Ah, well, it isn't the place of a slave to speak of his desires to his mistress," he began hesitantly, feeling unusually out of his depth. "Faraz has dreamed of being free, of course, but he has also entertained thoughts of a more... personally intimate nature, concerning himself and a certain beautiful woman he has been spending a great deal of time with recently." For some reason, speaking in innuendo made his embarrassment easier to bear. It was likely due to the mercurial nature of the djinn: he could say something and speak the truth, but it was not up to him if somebody else interpreted those words in a way such as to make him lying. Of course, he meant that he had begun to desire his mistress in both a romantic and carnal way, but the listener must interpret, after all.

When she commanded him to eat, the Djinn did so. Who was he to refuse, slave that he was? Besides, Kiya was giving him that smile, and he felt powerless to resist. "As you wish, mistress," he replied, taking a large bite of food. He chewed, swallowed, then let out a soft moan. "That was delicious," he declared. "Faraz the Fantastic has rarely tasted food so wonderfully prepared by mortals!"


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With Ian's suit, Samusa had no doubt in her mind that this had to be Ian and he some how survived the explosion and maybe got amnesia. It was really him, standing in front of her beaten, bruised and older than he was when they were in the Federation together. Samusa was lost in a haze as her eyes started to water. Ian was one of the only people at the Federation who treated her as an equal. She had only been 17 at the time but she was good, and none of the men took her seriously except for Ian and Adam which is why she had a strong bond with them. Adam however, was more like father figure to her being older than her. "You look like the last time I saw you, only older... and more... beat up."

Without hesitation she walked right up to him and gave him a big hug, convinced it was him now. "To think I was going to leave you back there... again..." She held him tight and rested her head on his shoulder for a moment stepping back a little, holding back her tears. "I hope you will forgive me for everything. I had no idea you were still alive Ian. I thought you were dead in that explosion. I told Adam I would go back for you but he ordered everyone to disengage. Oh my god, does Adam know you are alive? Did the Pirates do something to you that you can't remember anything but somehow remember who I am?" Her mind started to rush with a million questions, going into over drive. She couldn't seem to focus on anything at the moment and just kept going as if she were in shock now. "It must be the artifact. I knew those bastards were up to something. Did they find it? Did they figure out how to work it? Were they experimenting on you? Oh my god did they hurt you? What did they do?"

She knew she sounded like she had finally lost it. But Ian was here and she had no other explanation. No other reason to believe it wasn't him. He knew her weapon. He fit the special fitted armor suit. He looked at her the same way with the same blue eyes. He even tilted his head to the side the same way. She was still standing close to him when she started to physically exam him. First she grabbed his face, moving it at different angles and moved onto this shoulders, then each arm as if she were looking for device or explanation. She couldn't tell with the suit on him and was tempted to start to remove it for a better look. She had spent so much time alone that when it comes to personal space or something not socially acceptable that she had forgotten she was doing something wrong.

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Giving her a questioning look at her strange answer to how he looked in the Federation Combat Suit she'd provided for him, Ian was caught off-guard as Samusa then stepped closer to wrap her arms around him in a tight embrace, standing stock still out of surprise as her grew more and more emotional; a stark change from the normally composed woman he knew in his world, and he blinked to realize that she was actually beginning to tear up at the sight of him. "Explosion?" he replied, raising his eyebrow as he tried to follow what she was talking about---going about a hundred miles a minute at this point. "Adam?" The idea that whatever this artifact was that Samusa and the Space Pirates had been fighting over might have had something to do with his appearance here made about as much sense as anything else, but... wouldn't he have remembered if the Pirates had done anything to him using it? Everything was such a blank.

"I... I don't know." he finally said as a general answer to all her questions, beginning to wonder if there was even more to this than he might have previously thought. Did the Space Pirates have something to do with all of this? Had they brought him here somehow... and if so, for what purpose? And why did it seem as though Samusa knew him so well? As he was mulling all of this over though, he suddenly felt Samusa's surprisingly soft hands on his face, and he was literally jerked out of his thoughts as the Bounty Hunter began tilting it from side to side in investigation before moving on to other parts of his body, like his shoulders and arms, leaving him more than a little bemused.

"S-Samusa, what are you doing?" he asked, feeling a ticklish sort of sensation as she continued to examine him, and beginning to chuckle a bit at her intense scrutiny as the ridiculousness of the situation acted as a sort of stress reliever after the events of the day. As she continued to investigate him though, a misplaced step in the unfamiliar surroundings of Samusa's spaceship caused him to lose his balance and fall over, pulling Samusa down with him in his attempts to recover. "...o-ow... that was... embarrassing... lots of that going around today..." he said with a bit of a groan, rubbing the back of his head as he opened his eyes... only to realize that Samusa was right on top of him. "Sorry, sorry... are you alright, Samusa...?" he asked, feeling his cheeks beginning to darken.

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As Samusa looked him over there was nothing to be found considering he was now wearing armor. She started to feel a bit silly inspecting him in such a way but she couldn't think of another explanation. "I'm looking for some sign of what they did to you... they must ha..." Samusa wasn't sure if she moved him the wrong way but the next thing she new she was cut off because Ian shift his weight and lost his balance. As he fell he happened to take her down with him.

Her reflexes kicked in and she landed her hands on either side of him which prevented her head butting him in the process. The rest of her weight rested on top of him. "There is nothing to really be embarrassed about. You have been gone for too long." Her gaze went to his head as she put her weight onto one hand and used her now free hand to gently cup his face as he looked up at her with his questioning eyes and red face. This wasn't a coincidence, she thought to herself. Every year around the anniversary of the explosion, he would come to her in a dream but this time it felt... real. Every dream has been different than the last and somehow linked to what is going on in her life at the moment, like he never actually left her. "Yes I'm okay because if they didn't do something to you, then I must be dreaming again..."

With the thought of it being a dream, she felt like there was no point in holding back. No reason to worry or feel embarrassed for her actions and just act before she woke up. She leaned down closing her eyes and kissed him. Her hand gently caressed his warmed cheek as she pressed her body into his and a wave excitement rolled over her body.

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Ian wasn't really sure what Samusa was talking about as they recovered from his unexpected fall, but it was difficult to really think about it when the sensation of her strong yet supple and soft body pressing against him the way it was really began to set in, and he blinked as she reached down to cup his face again, finding her touch to be far more tender than it had been a moment ago. Their eyes met once more as she spoke softly, allowing him to really see the look in her eyes for the first time as she gazed down at him; the longing, wishful yearning was more than a little surprising. "Samusa?"

Nothing could really compared to the shock of what came next though, and Ian felt a little jolt run through his entire body as the Bounty Hunter suddenly leaned down to press her lips against his, kissing him warmly while grazing his cheek with her hand. The way that she pressed her curvaceous form against him was impossible to ignore as well; like an enveloping sensation of warmth descending upon his body, triggering instinctive reactions within him that overrode any questions about why this was happening. If by chance it was a dream, it certainly wasn't one he wanted to wake up from any time soon!

With that in mind, he was soon kissing Samusa back, letting one naturally lead to the next as their bodies grew closer and closer together... even if Ian's armor continued to be in the way, and his hands moved to gently rest on her hips, enjoying the feel of her body within her skin tight Zero Suit as they gradually moved to further feel her backside.

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The one thing that Samusa had regretted from her time in the Federation ranks was not getting to know Ian better, or getting the chance to tell him how she felt about him. This dream didn't come to her often and when it did she tried to take full advantage of it if she could. Normally it didn't start off so violent, or real, and ended up with telling him how she felt or kissing him and waking up. Samusa wasn't waking this time and not only that, he was touching her back this time. The feeling of his warm strong hands on her hips and along her curves made her body tingle, coming to life. She could feel herself start to press her hips into him.

Her hand slid down to his chest and she started to undo his armor. The beating of his chest pressed through the armor and into her hand. This was more real than she could have wished for. Samusa pulled her lips away from his for a moment to look down at him, making sure it was Ian again. "I..." she paused for a moment and started to bite her lip. The sensation was odd for Samusa, if she was dreaming. She tried not to think much of it and continued to work on taking off his armor. As she worked on each piece she could feel something deep inside of her get excited. She wasn't sure she wanted to risk saying something and waking up. She felt rushed to take off his armor, as the fear kicked in that it would be over all too soon.

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Enjoying the long moment that passed as the two of them kissed one another, Ian shivered as Samusa pressed herself more sensually against his body, able to feel her strong yet softly supple body against his own that much more effectively as she began removing his armor. He looked up into her eyes as she eventually pulled away to examine him in a similar manner as before, catching the mixture of longing and uncertainty to her expression as she seemed to struggle to find the words to what she wanted to say. Wanting to reassuring her---even if he wasn't sure what exactly he was reassuring her about---he smiled comfortingly, and leaned up to kiss her himself this time.

Samusa soon resumed taking off his armor, and at the rate she was going, it wasn't long before he was only wearing the clothing he'd been wearing when she'd first come across him earlier. Meanwhile, his own hands were still lightly exploring her form through her Zero Suit, letting his fingers trail along her curves before finding their way to gently cupping her breasts, relishing in the feel of them even through the fabric of her light armor. If there ever would have been a good time to know how the Bounty Hunter removed this particular bit of clothing, now would have been the time!

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The look of reassurance on his face gave Samusa the courage to continue on as he kissed her instead this time. Normally by the time he would return her affection she would wake up, her theory was that she wasn't sure of how he would respond, or how he felt in return. This time, he returned it and she wasn't about to stop and double guess herself. She let her hand wonder down Ian's chest and onto the crotch of his pants making it clear what she was really wanting from him. Her hand gently rubbed on his cock through his pants as she felt his hands cup her breasts. A soft moan escaped through her as she continued to kiss him back and pressed her chest into his hands. By this time she felt herself just wanting him inside of her already. Samusa tried to keep her strength in check when she pulled her hand away to take off his shirt but she ended up just ripping it up the middle instead.

With his chest now bare she started to kiss down his cheek to his ear, then down his neck and down slowly to his chest. She wanted to take ever moment in and remember it for ever. She tried to feel every inch of his body, remember where each hair on his chest was. Her lips found their way to each of his nipples and gave them each a soft nibble before continuing their path down to his torso. Once she was there she kissed around his pant line and started to undo his pants. As she worked on the pants she glanced up with a smirk to gauge his reaction hoping that her dream wasn't about to turn around on her again or stop.

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Ian groaned softly against Samusa's lips as her hand found it's way down to his crotch to stroke his manhood---already very hard---through his pants, feeling himself shiver as they continued to heatedly kiss one another while the beautiful bounty hunter pressed herself against him in a way that made it clear what she had on her mind. He was so worked up as well by this point, he didn't even mind or pause when she accidentally tore up his shirt in her efforts to take it off, and only leaned back to enjoy as she showered him with amorous attention, kissing her way along his body in a southernly direction until she had reached his pants line.

Panting softly from arousal and excitement, Ian's eyes widened softly as she undid his pants with a sexy little smirk on her face, and he felt his cheeks darken a little as his cock sprang forward once the way was clear. Large, throbbing, and fully erect, it was clear what effect Samusa had had on him since this surprising turn of events had began, leaving him completely at her sexual mercy...

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Once Ian's pants were off she tossed them to the side with the rest of his clothes. Samusa's glance went down to his fully erect member, it wasn't her first time but it had been a long time since she had the pleasure of another. Being on missions all the time got lonely. She let her thumb run over the tip of his head, playing with the precum as she wrapped her fingers around him. Her thumb made circles along the tip and she had the sudden urge to see what he would taste like. Samusa leaned forward and licked the precum off of her thumb before turning to attention to him, licking the tip. The salty taste made her smirk again and bite her lip. This time she could feel her own cheeks go red as she wanted more.

Samusa went down further this time, her hand ran down his cock and cupped his balls. She leaned forward and licked them before running her tongue up all the way along his length to the tip and swallowing more of his taste. Her hand started to gently massage his as she slipped the tip of his head into her mouth and continued to run her tongue along it. As she did that she slowly slid him further into her mouth until she felt like she couldn't fit him in anymore. Her tongue pressed up against him and she started to pull her mouth up along his length again slowly.

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Ian shivered as Samusa took gentle hold of his manhood with her hand while running her thumb along his sensitive crown, and his erection grew even harder as the bounty hunter leaned down to teasingly lick him as well. The way she smirked up at him afterwards---even as her cheeks began to darken to a surprisingly cute shade of red---was more than a little arousing, leaving his heart pounding a bit harder in his chest as he watched her continue, groaning as she shifted her attention to his balls in such a way that he couldn't help but squirm in response. "D-Damn... you're... really good at that..." he managed to say, just before she drew another groan from him by sensually sliding her tongue back up along his length.

It seemed that Ian hadn't seen anything yet though, as the woman began to take his manhood into her mouth while continuing to stroke and lick his length, and he could soon feel himself throbbing that much more with each passing second. He brought his hand down to rest atop her blonde head, already beginning to wonder just how long he could hold out against Samusa's surprisingly impressive abilities...

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Samusa continued to move slowly along his length with her mouth up and down until she was back up at his tip again. This time she sucked on the head alone while flicking her tongue along the ridges. She continued to watch his reaction as she sucked on his head. His hand on her head encouraged her for more. She kept her mouth tight around his cock and pressed him into her mouth over and over, each time a little further than before, trying to fit his entire length into her mouth. Once she was able to fit almost his entire length into her mouth she started to stroke it faster and faster. The taste of his precum in her mouth made her moan softly.

She moved her hand along her body to what looked like a badge on her chest. She pressed on the glowing device twice, it was the release for her skin tight blue suit. The suit looked like it started to disintegrate piece by piece when it was actually just putting itself away into the badge, thanks to Chozo technology. Then Samusa took the badge off her chest and set it aside. The blue suit was enough support and armor that she generally had no need to wear anything under the suit. She used to feel the need to wear undergarments but over the years she had got used to being naked under the suit because it created less friction when she needed it.

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Ian groaned as Samusa took some time to tease the head of his manhood with her tongue, feeling his cheeks reddening as he caught the way she seemed to be observing the way that he was reacting in response to her suckling, and was soon panting heavily as she began to bob her head down further and further upon his length, as if she were trying to fit his whole cock into her mouth. "O-Oh... wow..." he breathed as he watched, surprised to see just how much she managed before beginning to stroke even faster, leaving him in quite the state.

The sight of her finally losing the skin tight Zero Suit as she pressed some sort of badge on her chest that seemed to deactivate it---leaving her completely naked---was only that much more exciting, causing Ian to throb further in response as the moan she gave hummed around his cock in a ticklish sort of manner. "S-Samusa..." he groaned, trying to warn her about what was about to happen, only to be cut off with a moan as he was pushed over the edge, giving the Bounty Hunter a taste of his seed as he came into her mouth.

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Samusa was happy that she was finally able to please him or at least try to make it up to him in some way what happened in the past. As Ian started to come she pulled her lips up around his tip and waited for him to finish, making sure none would go to waste. The taste of Ian filled her mouth as she let out another soft moan of satisfaction. She waited for him to finish completely before releasing him from her lips and swallowing it all.

She looked back up at him with a smirk before crawling her way back up and straddling his lap. Her legs rested on either side of him as she slowly moved her hips to rub his cock along her wet clit teasingly and testing to see if he would be up to the challenge of more. Somewhere in the background she heard the ship signal that it had finished diagnostics and about to start the repairs. They wouldn't know how much longer it would be until they went to check it.

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Shivering as Samusa remained fastened to his manhood even as his orgasm began---taking it all down her throat---Ian's eyes widened as he watched, unable to stop himself from groaning again in pleasure at the sensation as the Bounty Hunter seemed intent on seeing his release through to the end before pulling away, leaving his chest rising and falling as he briefly worked to catch his breath. "D-Damn..." was about all he could say, managing a shaky grin as the woman smirked up at him before crawling into his lap.

His hands instinctively found their way to her shapely hips as she straddled him, grinding against his cock in such a manner that left little to the imagination as to what she wanted next, and while he was still feeling a little winded, his endowment remained strong and rock hard beneath her as a sign that he was still up for more as well. "D-Do you do this after every mission...?" he found himself asking, beginning to grind his hips as well in an effort to begin sliding his manhood into her wet pussy as their bodies lewdly moved together. The signal coming from diagnostics wasn't even registering to him at all.


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Svana approached the sound of plants rustling around her. There was someone clearly in the area and that worried her since hunters were known for coming through here. Even at the best of times they could be violent and truly hurt someone. She was not one of her tribes hunters herself and fending off an attack would be difficult for her if someone came at her with a weapon. The sounds of the struggle seemed to settle, but she distinctly heard the sound of a boar and then a man crying out in some sort of pain. That was enough to make Svana rush forward without thinking too much about what she was doing.

With her soft animal skin boots, she ran quietly through the forest towards the sound of a man. She was careful and skilled enough to know how to not make too many noises when approaching someone. That was a skill she had learned just from living in a forest village.

Slowly, she moved away the brush that was in her way and when she moved closer to the man she could see him gripping his side which was bleeding. The boar was defeated and dead laying on the ground, but this man had enough worrisome bleeding that Svana edged closer to him. She was still mostly hidden behind brush, but the way his wound looked she knew she didn't have the time to edge around things. With a steadying breath, she moved out of hiding and walked over to him. Her features were beautiful and soft with compassion as she knelt near him.

There was nothing but silence from her as she was certain he didn't speak their language. Svana moved her pouch into view and pulled out some herbs showing them to the young handsome man as if to say that she was there to help. She didn't move to do anything until she got some sort of signal from him that it was okay to do so.

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The fact that Leon was still alive meant that he was either very lucky---or the opposite. Maybe he could find some way to staunch the bleeding and patch himself up... or he had the chance to look forward to hours of bleeding out or being picked apart by some predatory beast. The boar laid aside him, its wound having stopped bleeding but some of its blood intermingling with the stranger's own as his hand brushed it forcefully to the side---he wasn't about to die with an animal resting on top of him.

Suddenly, the brush began to move as if something were walking through it, and lazily he turned his head in that direction, beginning to grip his knife in a rather firm manner. If something was going to try and eat him as he was dying, he wasn't about to go gently, even if his steadily paling hand used every ounce of strength he had left to keep it between his fingers.

What emerged however wasn't a predatory beast, but a... a woman? With pink hair and white tufts within. His vision was blurry by this point, but as she knelt near him, she didn't seem ready to finish him off, so perhaps it was fortune smiling on him again.

His soft blue eyes looked to Svana as she began to offer out some herbs, and while she didn't speak he hopefully understood what she meant. Slowly, his knife left his hand though it was not easy to say if he let it go, or if he was too weak to hold on to it. Instead, he merely tried to lean back a little more, groaning out lightly in pain as he looked to Svana. As far as he was concerned, she had the OK to do whatever she wanted right now, if she wanted to heal him.

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The feeling of finding someone in such a condition was almost overwhelming. Svana was a skilled healer, but she did not often find strangers wandering through the forest with such a grievous wound. It was likely very painful and from the look of it he was losing blood quickly. Blood was already pooling underneath his body and his grip looked weak on the hilt of his blade. She was well aware of how badly blood loss could weaken a man and she knew that she needed to act quickly to prevent him from dying. The concern that Svana had was that she didn't have many bandages to wrap his wound.

Her thin clothing was not of much help in bandaging a wound, but she knew it would have to do somehow. She knelt beside the man and unwrapped her headwrap from her head. The fabric was thicker than her clothing and she could use it to pad the wound. Svana moved the boar as much as she was able away from the man's body and she set down her bag of herbs before rushing off towards the waterfall nearby.

She wore a pair of thin pale pants and she easily tore the fabric until she had long lines of her own pants that she could wrap around him. Svana used more of her pants fabric to get wet in order to clean him off until she had almost no fabric left on her thighs except very small fabrics fashioned nearly like very tiny shorts. She returned to him and knelt beside him quickly ripping away the fabric of his clothing to reveal the wounds. Svana had to cut her head-wrap with her own small knife from her bag and after washing his wound gently as she could she began to put herbs on his wounds. The herbs would help ease the pain, and also help to staunch the flow of blood as well as prevent any infection from setting in for now.

With the herbs pressed to his wounds like packing of some kind she pressed the thick fabric of her head-wrap to each wound and wrapped it around his body with her pants fabric. She knew that she was hurting him, but she didn't let that stop her because he would die if she didn't hurt him for now.

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It wasn't difficult to see the man would die if he didn't get any sort of treatment. Between the severity of his wounds plus the loss of blood, his mortality was something he was likely made very aware of in the last few minutes. But with this woman offering to help him, he started to cling to what life he had left, looking to tenaciously linger on in the hopes that she was as skilled as he hoped.

His breath came out slowly but with a painted and stilted gasp as she applied pressure to the wound, though it did help stymie the bleeding. Wanting to help her, his arm moved to try and help move the boar but he was weak, and not as helpful as he wanted---and he knew he needed to movement to a minimum in order to keep his wound from bleeding even more.

If he were a little more lucid he'd feel guilty that the woman was using her own clothing to tend to his wounds, but right now he couldn't find it in him to feel that pained over it. Instead, he was simply glad the herbs started to dull and numb the pain, providing a cooler and soothing relief over him as he took a slow and deep breath. He wouldn't be moving any time soon, at least not without assistance.

"Th-Thank you..." He didn't know if she'd really understand him---probably not, but in between the pained tone of his voice, there was an undercurrent of gratefulness as his eyes slowly slipped closed. He wasn't dead, but he had lost consciousness... her actions however ensured he wasn't going to die just yet.

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Svana was sweating lightly when she pulled away from him and she was already aware that he had lost consciousness. His mumbled words had her brows furrowing in confusion as she spoke a rather primal language and she didn't understand him. The tone, though, she fully understood. It was a tone of gratefulness and that made her smile a little. At least that meant that he understood that she was doing her best to save his life. Though, it would have been hard to get the idea of anything else since she had pulled out herbs and began to wrap him before he lost consciousness.

She was hardly one of the strongest women in her tribe, but she could manage if she needed to. In this case, she knew that she needed to since the man was unconsciousness and she would need to watch him overnight even possibly for a few days. Svana moved the boar towards the water and took the time to make sure that it was out of the way.

For the next few hours Svana worked on getting a make-shift camp around him which required a few quick runs to the camp. No one asked her any questions since she was often going on trips into the woods for ingredients and camping out for various reasons. It took at least 4 trips to get all the necessary ingredients and by nightfall as she had built a rough tent over his body with enough room for both of them. She had gently moved him enough to rest up against the tree that she made the tent under with a few blankets pressed against his back and head to keep him comfortably upright with two blankets underneath him with one on top of him.

She had changed into different pants and was wearing a light shawl over her front half of her body. Her white ears lightly flicked at every sound she heard and she was hyper alert to their surroundings. She had built a small fire for them and was actually cooking two small rabbits that she had caught. The boar was gone as she had put its body further into the woods were other animals could feed on its body. It was going to be a long night of watching over him for the time being.

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Over the course of the night, it was clear he continued to breath, and he seemed to be getting some color back in his skin. The herbs were doing a good job at numbing his pain, and the makeshift bandages and wrappings provided ample support for his injury. Still he tossed and turned in his sleep intermittently, body occasionally jerking involuntarily. Perhaps it was his life flashing before his eyes, or perhaps it was just some other horrible dream he was having. Either way, his mind was not fit to wake up until well later, and the sounds of the jungle and his idle resting were the only sounds Svana heard. Thankfully the glow of her fire spared her from any visiting animals, and the night passed by rather uneventfully.

It was not until well into the morning that there was something happening. Slowly, the stranger began to stir, his breathing getting a little heavier at first, until there was a low and telltale groan of dull pain that came from his parted lips. "Ah... ah...." Gasping out, his eyes fluttered open slowly, the world coming back to him in a painfully bright and bleary daze. On instinct he tried to sit up, only to quickly flump back onto his blanket from the pain that his side was giving him---the herbs did their part to begin mending the wound but that didn't mean that the pain was gone. What he may well have hoped was a fevered dream was instead a painful reality as his aches and pains began to course through him once more, and he heard the sounds of the jungle around him. The ship really did crash, and he really was in a strange land... injured.

Using his left hand to shield his eyes from the unwelcome sun, he slowly began to try and lean up just a little, his breathing getting a little rapid once more as he sought to see where he was---and if the woman who had saved his life was still around. His body was still recovering from hours of rest and lingering wounds, but he wanted to at least know what sort of situation he was in.

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Svana had stayed mostly awake throughout the night, but got a few hours of rest. When she finally noticed that he was starting to wake up the next morning it was a relief. Her ears flicked a little at the sounds of his groans of pain. That immediately had her stirring and moving over to him. "E-easy." She told him, her English was clearly not very good and she only knew a few little words from the times that she had heard other sailors when they were close enough to shore to hear. Svana was sure that this must be scary enough for him at this point with his injuries, but also not knowing where he was.

"Speak... very... small... English." She struggled to tell him, her full and soft lips curving a little at him as she spoke. Svana moved away from him again to get a cup that was made from the bones of animals, though clean, and she got up walking over to the pool of water from the waterfall. She had tied her sealed water jug to a rock and held it under the water to keep it cold. Svana pulled it up and poured some water into the cup before putting the cap back onto it. She eased it back into the water and walked back over to the young man. With a gentle smile, she offered the cup to him.

She was a rare looking woman with her long and soft looking pink hair that had small little braids along it. The length of it fell past her hips and looked incredibly silky soft. Her pale pink eyes were very tender and kind looking almost as though she could not look mean at all. With her clothing so light it was not difficult to see the hourglass curves of her very curvy figure. Not much of her body was covered, actually, with her breasts mostly covered yet her cleavage was clearly visible and her pants were a thin enough fabric to even see the outline of her slit beneath it. She wore a gold necklace that was connected to her top and she also had gold arm cuffs that were attached to her pink transparent fabric sleeves that went from mid-arm to her wrists.

Despite the fact that she was a healer in her tribe, Svana had the appearance of a truly royal young woman. Even with her odd furry tipped white ears and fluffy slender white tail she was an incredibly beautiful young woman.

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By the time morning came, Leon was partially wondering if he had actually died and was experiencing some sort of out of body sensation. Of course, the sharp spike of pain as he tried to move brought him back down to earth as he grunted out in pain, lips parting out as as the sound left them. Some moments later, he realized he wasn't alone as someone spoke to him. Hazy looking eyes darted around to see where the voice came from, and as they came to rest against the one who had found him, he felt both relief but unease at the same time. The uneasiness came from the fact that he was injured and at the apparent mercy of a stranger, but she had seemingly tended to him and made sure he lived throughout the night at least. Her words were lightly accented but he could make them out, and as she said she spoke very little of his language, he gave a weak nod, trying to sit himself up more firmly against what he had been laying against.

"Th-thank you." Mustering up the strength to speak, his hand came to rest against his chest as it rose and fell with every breath. His tone was that of relief, but it was clear there was some wariness in his eyes, as he tried to gauge the situation. Looking himself over he noted the bandages covering his injuries, and she had taken care to cleanse and tend to them. Furthermore she was offering him water, and as his hand weakly went out to accept it, he put it against his parched lips as he sipped it down slowly, trickling drops of water escaping from the corner of his mouth. Feeling the dryness in his mouth and throat quenched, he set the cup down, breathing out in a sigh of relief

"My name is Leon..." He spoke once again, a little more at ease. She did tend to his injuries in the end, if she wanted him dead she had ample opportunity to do so over the night. Like before, he had no other way to move forward other than trusting this mystery woman with his life.

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There was a clear uneasiness in this man's eyes that Svana could see as he was becoming more alert. It would be a shock for anyone to wake up and find that someone they didn't know had saved them. A million thoughts could likely be going through his mind. She wanted to do whatever she could to put his mind at ease. She moved closer with concern in her warm and soft pink eyes when he tried to sit up more which seemed to cause some pain. "Easy," she told him. Her accent was thick and yet was very sexy with the way it sounded. Her brows drew together in concern above those tender pink eyes as she felt her muscles ease a little when he took a drink from the way she offered him.

"Svana." She replied, pointing to herself as she nodded. "Check... wound..." Svana told him slowly, smiling a little and pointing to his wounds. She moved closer to him until her scent was practically engulfing him with its sensual scent which was naturally floral and sensually feminine. His shirt had been removed so that she could wash it, and the blankets had kept him warm overnight. Now she needed to check his wound and apply more of her healing paste to it to help keep the stitches from popping.

Her slender hands were surprisingly soft as she gently began to unwrap his bandages. She was close enough to have her full breasts brushing against his body and despite the sexy curves her body possessed she had a tender nature to her. As she got the bandages off, she saw the wound was still very tender and trying to heal already, but the blood had stopped. "Lucky. Healing good." She murmured, glancing up at him and one of her soft almost feline ears flicking. She looked back down to his wounds and began wash the wound off. "Might sting." She warned him before she grabbed some warm water she had been keeping near the fire and gently poured it slowly over his wound.

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At the moment Leon wasn't in a position to really object to what Svana was doing to him. Even if he was, she was helping him by all accounts and he felt no real reason to object beyond that. Slowly, his eyes softened just a little from their previous wariness as he placed his trust in this woman, one who could barely speak his language and was taking pains just to try and communicate with him. "Okay." He spoke back to her when she said she was going to check his wound, trying to relax some was he felt the aches and pains of his body slowly springing to life after a night of rest. He'd heal---probably, but it would take time and effort, and while Svana was putting in the effort he wasn't sure how much time he'd have before he needed to move... then again, the ship was probably wrecked, he was likely the sole survivor, and right now the only friendly face he'd seen was this pink haired and cat eared woman. Where would he even go to? If she lived with others, he doubted they'd trust an outsider, especially if they shared no mutual language.

But that was all secondary, as she moved closer to him, the scent of what she used on herself was a floral and soft scent, exotically so given he couldn't place the flowers or source of whatever she used. It wasn't all consuming either, so the more subtle scent of her closeness made him relax a little more. She used her hands deftly to unwrap the bandages that covered the wound the boar gave him, and he wanted as he felt the sting of slightly cool air against the unraveled wound. "Nngh..." His face twisted in grimace, lips open and teeth bared as he braced himself for the stinging sensation that drowned out his other senses for a moment. But still, when she said it would sting he gave a light nod, his hands curling into fists as he did his best to brace. "Ready. Do it." He spoke after a moment, hoping she'd understand.

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Svana knew that pouring any kind of water or soap would hurt the wound, but it was absolutely necessary to prevent his wound from festering. If that happened then he would die from the infection as it entered his blood stream. As a healer, Svana had seen this happen many times, and unfortunately there was no coming back from it if she couldn't stop it from happening in the first place. Once Leon told her to go ahead, she nodded, and began to pour the water over his wound. There would be a sharp stinging pain he likely would feel as the water got into his wound to clean out any bacteria gathered in the healing wound. She quickly put the water down and got the herb paste out. Her hands were gentle as she began to apply a thick amount of the paste over the wound. It was meant to heal as well as soothe a bit, so it should help ease some of the pain.

She got back up and washed off her hands before coming to sit by Leon again. Her bright eyes seemed to reflect a curiosity about this rather handsome young man who was sitting before her. She didn't quite know how to express that curiosity though. "Hungry?" She asked softly. Her fluffy ears were perked upright as she looked at him with such caring eyes and her tail behind her lightly flicked at the tip of it every so often.

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Leon was still evidently in a fair amount of pain as the water ran over his wound, a slight hissing sound escaping grit teeth as he moaned out quietly. "Nnnngh..." Grimacing from the pain flashing through him, he sought to gather his courage as the poultice was slowly lathered over the wound, numbing the previous stinging sensation as it calmed his nerves. With slight beads of sweat forming on his brow, his convalescence was hardly over, but at least the pain was beginning to subside for the moment. She then asked if he was hungry, and he simply gave a nod. "Hungry... yes." he spoke back to her, watching the way her ears perked up just a little. If he was going to die, at least some sort of angel was watching over his last moments... but he was a stubborn man, and would not fall so easily, he'd been in awful situations before and survived. This one wouldn't be any different.

Breathing out a little more slowly, he offered her a weak but palpable smile, hoping that at least showing his gratitude would do something to show her she was doing the right thing.

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When she allowed the water to fall over his wound Svana winced a little herself when a slight hissing sound escaped through his gritted teeth. She felt bad about having to hurt him in order to heal him, but it was very necessary to keep the wound clean in order to prevent any kind of infection from happening. Once the paste had been applied with enough of it to create a sort of thick almost bandage like amount to it she once again reached for the cloth she was using to wrap his wound with. She lifted it up to show it to him first and then she leaned forward into his body. When this rather handsome man had been unconscious it was easy for her to not really look at him as a man per-say, but as a person who was in need of help. Now that he was awake Svana found herself noticing that he was muscular in a very lean sort of way and that his body was attractive.

That alone had her cheeks turning red and she felt a heat race up her spine. However, despite that feeling, Svana remained polite and friendly with him instead of allowing such emotions to show other than her cheeks. She was very gentle as she wrapped up his wound, but it required her to be very close to him enough that Leon would be very much able to feel the sensation of her warm breath brushing his skin.

After a few minutes she was finally finished wrapping him up, and leaned back to wash her hands off in the water behind her. Her tail was swaying softly from side to side as she moved about as were her shapely full hips. Her long pale pink hair was rather beautiful and cute in a very unique way as not many women had such a color for their hair. She got one of her bowls that she herself had made carved from wood and carefully glossed over with a special kind of liquid that dried on the smooth wood to prevent any splinters from happening. She got some of the stew she had made which had deer meat in it and was made from the bones of the deer with some freshly harvested vegetables. Svana knew that it might be hard for him to move around so she as she knelt along his left side she offered him a wooden spoon to see if he could eat by himself.

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She was doing her best to tend to him and he honestly appreciated that. With her gentle touch against his wound and injury Leon knew it would heal and hopefully the paste she used would accelerate the process. Not feeling any immediate danger of death, the young man sighed out after a moment, chest rising and falling as he looked her over once again, part of him wondering what she was doing. He knew she was healing him---that she was helping him... but why? The 'Why' lingered in his mind, he was a stranger and an outsider and while she understood some of his language there wasn't enough to really talk or ask her why.

Once she handed him a bowl filled with fresh looking and a rather fragrant smelling stew, he looked to the bowl and spoon, before looking back up to her. Taking both, he began to sit himself more upright, holding the bowl a little firmly and taking the spoon before slowly dipping it into the stew and then putting it to his lips afterwards. He ate slowly, making sure not to go too fast or overeat, and it was rather tempting to do both considering just how good it tasted to him. He ate in silence, having enough strength to do that as color slowly came back to his body and he started to perk up a little more.

It took him around twenty minutes to finish the bowl off, but he soon set the emptied bowl aside with the spoon still in it. The concoction she had used to tend to his wounds was doing a good job at healing him or at least numbing the pain, and while he didn't sit up yet, it was obvious he'd more than likely make a full recovery with a scar of some sort at worst. With Svana still nearby, he looked to her, a bit curious. "Others like me?" he asked, hoping that keeping his question simple would help make sense of it. He just wanted to know if there may have been other survivors, or even a settlement nearby. If he could just get to others of his kind, it'd be easy to get back... but part of him held a creeping dread that he'd be the only human around.

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As Leon showed her he was able to hold the bowl and take the spoon she allowed him to take the bowl. He very much needed to eat in order to keep his strength up. Without that, she could only manage to help so much since his body needed rest and nourishment. She busied herself as he ate and was tending to a few herbs that she had brought with her in order to make more paste since she was running low on it. When he finally finished his stew twenty minutes later she took his bowl and nodded to him with a warm smile. Svana took it to the pool of cool water and cleaned it off before setting it out to dry so that they could use it again later.

The silence between them was a little frustrating as she wanted to ask questions, but it was rather difficult to do so without the ability to speak. There was a spell that she knew that could be used to transform the words she said into the language he understood, but she'd need to go back to find it. For now, they were left with the very little she could say and him understand.

Svana turned towards Leon as he asked about others like him and she shook her head. "No others. Me tribe close." She told him. Though her words were different from his the meaning of it was still clear. She was curious about him too and decided to at least try to ask. "You home close?" She asked curiously.

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No others. So Leon was the only human around... he wasn't sure if that was the answer he wanted to hear,but he knew it was likely to be the answer he'd get. Giving out a quiet and almost defeated sigh, he gave a nod. "...I see. Thank you, Svana. My home is far." He spoke, trying her name again on his tongue. "...tired, a bit." He spoke after a moment, looking to partially lay back down again. Eating and the treatment she gave him exhausted him for now, but there was a good chance he'd be able to be up and actively moving by the next day, with her continued treatment---a far cry from being near death when she first found him. And he had to sort out what to do next, he couldn't just resort to this woman's kindness forever, he'd have to figure out how to get back home... or how to keep living out here for now.

The fair weather didn't seem to be going anywhere soon, which meant warm days and not a lot of rain ahead. Likewise, her people would begin to wonder where Svana was too, if she stayed out this long as a healer.