Zone C -- Megacity One

[Dust]

When Dust returned he found the slightly bowed chair empty of the dark elf, and instead found a girl as pale as the moon with silver hair and sky blue eyes running her slender fingers across the carpet where he had been standing. She was inspecting the small bit of fey blood that was now on the carpet with a frown firmly set on her pretty face. Dust thought she looked rather upset that there was a blood stain on the carpet, especially when he took in the fact that she was wearing a maid uniform. He lifted his hands up in a paw-like manner and felt strongly that he should just confess his crimes and hope she'd forgive him. He came close but even in his silence Tamsin Suzaku noticed his approach and looked up at him with her brilliant blue eyes.

Hokori's heart stopped for a moment, partially out of fear but mostly out of surprise. In this kind of campaign, he didn't think he'd come face to face with anyone so delicate and attractive. Heat pockets exploded at the edges his cheeks as he realized what he was thinking. To keep himself in line he sunk his teeth into his lower lip so hard the skin threatened to break, chewing it as he struggled to focus on anything other than kissing her. As a side-effect of his abilities he had to make a payment in the form of a kiss before or after tapping into his inner animal, but deep down he knew the sudden strength in this forced impulse had more to do with her than the cost of his fight...

"M-My apologies, miss." He stammered helplessly. "I didn't have any control ov-" Abruptly she stood up and brought her hand to her mouth, it was most likely out of reaction to seeing a man with his hands covered in blood than it was to bring attention to her pink lips, but his eyes settled on them nevertheless. Any hope he had at control unraveled at his fingertips.

"Are you hurt, sir?" she asked. Her voice has the clarity and gentleness of a pool made from the melted ice of a polar cap, it sent a shiver through his spine and more warmth though his bruised cheek. His silence seemed to only provoke concern that made her approach him cautiously but with purpose as she pulled a rag from her apron. Unable to speak or move, he helplessly watched her come closer and gathered his paws in the rag. Even as she gingerly patted at his fingers in an attempt to not agitate any hidden wounds, he struggled to form words.

As she tended to his fingers with the utmost professionalism and he melted in her hands, he couldn't help but continue to stare down at her lips. Were they naturally that color, or did she use cosmetics? When he realized he was being rude he snapped out of his trance long enough to grasp her hands in his. They were much larger than her own but cupped her's gently.

Staring at the blood-soaked cloth to be able to speak to her properly, he nervously tried to explain again. "N-No need to be so concerned, ma'am. This isn't mine if you just point me to a sink I will happily wash my own hands." He thought he was strong enough now to look up into her face, but making eye contact with eyes that made him think of the clear skies back in Costa del Sol made him realize he was weak. His face turned hot as he looked back at their hands.

But even if his hands weren't injured, Tamsin could see he was injured. While he had cast away most of the ice shards from his left side, she could still see chunks of it embedded in the bloody muscles of his left arm and side. Certainly that was his blood that was slowly still seeping out from around the glass like ice. She'd also notice his hands squeezing her's nervously through the cloth.

Illidan went to get some well deserved rest while Dust was out. Still in Safe House.