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minific: at least they manage to agree on lambert

“Well, it is a matter of blood, but it’s not blood-rage,” Aiden sighs. He’s been holding Lambert by the shoulders as his struggles to rejoin the since-ended fray get more lethargic. “He just gets stubborn when he’s like this.”

“M’fine,” Lambert slurs, and attempts to shove at Aiden again. At this point, it’s more like a bleary pat to smear yet more of his own blood on Aiden’s face. “C’n keep– keep goin’.”

“Yes, yes. I know that’s what you think, Lam-boy,” Aiden answers with a long-suffering patience. “But that’s because you’re delirious from the blood loss.”

That only serves to renew Lambert’s struggles, and with more coherency than he’s had since they managed to first run him down, he manages to spit a thoroughly defiant “M’not delir’ous from blood loss. I’m– I’m delir’ous from blood win.”

Aiden chokes on his own high, keening laugh. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Keira huffs and finally just casts Somne. Lambert slumps in Aiden’s grip, but the man has to scramble to keep his bearing with it, being too busy staring at her wide-eyed.

“You just swore,” he marvels, with the same sort of obnoxious tone she’d heard from her own time in schooling.

Keira rolls her eyes and directs Aiden and her charge in the direction of her makeshift operating table. “There’s a difference between having common decorum and being a school-mistress, Aiden. Now, let’s be started.”