RP ARCHIVE - Salty, Z, Abbey, Burrito

First Night - IX Settle

Abbey:

Chris immediately relaxed, relieved by the woman's hospitality. His flames died down, returning his hair to normal
"Oh uh thanks miss..! I can definitely light the fire"
Going over to the hearth, he grabs one of the logs igniting it in his hand. Placing the log back to light the rest of the pit. He looks around admiring the house, curious but delighted by the flora aroma. A scent he hasn't experienced much before.
Standing back up he glances over to Jaz, relieved to see he's ok. Wyatt's limp position worries him a bit, but he knows the give the strange bug..horse.. masked creature some space. He can chat with them later.
He goes over to the table where the others are sitting, standing there a bit awkwardly.
"Thanks for inviting me in..my name's Chris! Nice to meet you..also sorry but uuhh...what is...t?"

Z:

Jaz had lost track of just how many times he had been startled nearly to death since he had gone out on his clarity walk, but this one was no less intense. His entire body jolted in response to Chris' roaring concern, and before he could gather himself or respond another voice had soon taken the lead to quiet him down. Jaz could only look to Chris and voice an "it's okay" before following their host to shelter.

"Tea would be nice," Jaz responded, now sitting more comfortably.

He waited for the others to converse first, gathering his thoughts. He still felt so lost, even more so than before. The gravity of the situation somehow hadn't sunk in until now, and it was looking grim.

"Yeah, thanks, I really appreciate it..." Jaz murmured after Chris, "I'm Jaz."

Burrito:

She looked at Hitomi, tilting her head slightly and offering her a reassuring smile. As far as she knew, as long she made sure the person she was helping was escorted back home safely her mission would be complete. "Wouldn't it be an inconvenience for you...? It would make a world of a difference to us. Especially to..." As she says this, she focuses her attention back to the person who shortly before recovered consciousness.

Jaz would be his name, apparently. He seems as if dissociating, defeated, and that concerns her. By taking a look around, Angelique can imagine Hitomi having some degree of medicinal herbs and medical knowledge, it wouldn't hurt to try. "Would you check up on Jaz for me, Hitomi? He's been injured before we arrived here, I'm afraid he doesn't seem completely recovered from the shock yet..."

That matter settled, now her thoughts are occupied by the familiar figure they left behind, a blazing bull-like being. Seems uncomfortable somehow, maybe she could help him to feel welcomed. "Delighted to meet you, Chris, would you like to have a seat with us?" She gestures to offer one of the free seats beside her to him. "We can prepare some tea for you in a container you can use somehow, I'm sure. So, please, don't be shy! We mean no harm." She gifts Chris another reassuring smile.

Salty:

Hitomi had her elbow propped up on the table, her jaw resting into the palm of her hand. Her eyes would flicker to each person who would speak and studied their faces. She lifted her head at the mention of Jaz's injuries and quickly stood up from her seat. Before moving away, she pulled her seat out for Chris.
"Sit here. The tea i'm making is when leaves will steep in hot, hot water which will allow the yummy oils of the leaves to flavour the drink! Lemon Myrtle is refreshing, I promise it wont make you sleepy nor hyper."
Hitomi left the chair out for Chris, and moved with quiet footsteps over to Jaz. She placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, moving her hand down to his forearm as she crouched to then look over across the table to the woman.
"No inconvenience at all. I'm more worried about Wyatt's condition not being suitable for further travel right this moment in case it might hurt them or any poor soul on their back." She turned to Jaz, shifting her priorities from wanting to know the story to making sure he was alright.
"Okay Jaz. Where are you most feeling uncomfortable? Your head, your chest, maybe your arms or your legs.." She spoke slowly but in a casual manner to ensure her words were clear.