And he sleeps until he feels her move. "Lay back down." he mutters without opening his eye. "Let Drake scare 'em off." Okay... maybe not quite awake yet.

"Mmmhmm..." She blinks, not moving overly far with the assurance that they're both still there. Her fingers twitch against his leg and she yawns. "It's nice ta be warm." It's a sleepy mutter and she presses a kiss to his chest. She should go back to sleep but instead runs her fingers along her ribs, yes, she was tempted to do his leg first, but she knows he'd be pissed, and murmurs a weaver's song, a soft little bunk. A faint glow traces over her fingers and then sinks into skin and Genny sighs softly as the ribs reknit. Everything else still hurts like hell, not enough glamour to fix it all, but being able to breathe is ever so nice. "Better."

Chago's eye opens at last as the song penetrates the haze of near sleep and he grins when he sees where she's healing. "Smart girl. I'd hate to have had to tear up all your work kicking your ass for doing the wrong shit first." He flexes the bandaged leg slowly, gritting his teeth as he does. Thank goodness that the bale's warmth helps healing as much as it restores glamour magic. Even the hours of sleep they got has been worth days of natural recovery.

He reaches careful fingers toward her to see just how much better things feel then. "How ya doing?" he asks gently. "Sounds like you’re breathing better."

Genny shifts a bit further up, allowing him easy access to the bandaged ribs. They're solid again, and not in little pieces. "Mmm...doing much better. These were the worst 'f it. Bale's helpin' everythin' else. Few more hours 'f this an I should be able ta finish us both off." She chuckles, a lot more of her usual humor in her voice. "Which would be nice cause we still have celebratin' ta do..." Satyr style. Food, drink, sexa-a-thon...simple pleasures.

She brushes her fingers gently over his leg, testing how tender he is. "And what 'bout you? " Now that she's on an upward swing she can find out how he really is.

Chago can't help it. It's part of who he is. "I'm doing good." he claims before wincing slightly at the check on his leg. No fresh blood on the bandages, even after bending it, but still very tender.

He closes his eye a moment then looks at her again and shakes his head. "Leg hurts like a bitch still. Only reason I been able to walk at all was how tight it's been bound." he confesses. "I still don't wanna put any weight on it that I ain't gotta." He's got to care about her a lot to admit it, even if it took time to break down to it. "At least it's still there." he adds with a note of ironic amusement. "That big bastard always found a way to screw me up in fights."

Her fingers continue to stroke the bandages very gently. It's not full on healing, but there's enough glamour dancing around her fingertips that she weaves it into a bunk that sinks deep, taking on the pain and jump starting the healing that the Bale is already helping with. "Somehow I think ya came out ahead 'f him in this case. Bet he even felt the damn place explode around his ears in those last instances." At least she certainly hopes so.

Chago relaxes under her touch a little until he reaches out to cover her hand with his. No words, but a silent gesture of 'enough'. He knows as well as she how little Glamour they both have, and she's already done one healing.

She meets his gaze then. "I've got an idea fer a place ta start setting up. Somethin' I noticed a feel 'f na far off the Dark Trod. I've been dreamin' 'bout it, which makes me think it'll be worth explorin' when we're ready. I like the idea 'f buildin' a place 'f our own, on both sides."

Still, he's rapidly distracted by her comments about Eric and his hand tightens over hers as he gives a low growl and some of the old Chago shines through. "He deserved it. It was the best way for me to hurt him. I had to take it -all-. I had to make sure he knew too and that he couldn't do shit about it." Then he lapses into a long string of Spanish profanity. "I just wish I could have made it last longer." he finally growls out and drops silent, almost brooding.

She turns her hand to tangle her fingers with his, her lips turning into a rather nasty smile. "No one said this will be the only time his fae self makes a go 'round." Yep...lots of implication there. She gives him a bit to brood, simply being there with him and supportive of his moods. It's a much better thing than trying to force cheer, though after a while her gaze moves to whatever few cups and bottles are left and she snags one at random, sniffing the contents before offering him the bottle.

His hand lifts like he's going to take it and passes to trace the scar on his face idly. It's only when he realizes -that- a few moments later that he shakes out of it and notices the offered drink. "Thanks, babe." he says in a gruff tone that says more about how almost embarrassed he is at being that out of it than anything else he might have done.

" 'f course." She passes the drink over, shifting to lean against the wall and tugging him around so he gets the pillow this time. Understanding passions also means understanding the let down that's on the other side of accomplishing something that's been long in coming, and she'll give him as much time to digest as he needs.

Where she gets it and gets it well, he's not used to it. For him, winning usually just means moving on to the next thing, not finally finishing something that's been looming for so long as to almost be a part of him. After all, for her, Eric's issues were fairly new. For him, it's been there almost as long as he's been aware he's fae.

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Still, he moves easily enough when she tugs him over and relaxes a little as she toys with his hair. He flicks a glance toward the door and shifts a bit, to give the look of 'patiently accepting' instead of 'wussy attention whore' as she has her fun.

Sue him. He's not used to this. Good thing she didn't see him being a sap while she slept.

Yep, that's right. This is all about her and the comfort she draws from playing with his hair where it shows beneath his cap and kissing the top of his head...at least anyone else can believe that. Only once they finish off the last dregs of the food and drink does she speak again, her fingers still stroking his hair, neck and shoulders. "So...what kind 'f place do ya want ta build in the dreamin'?"

That brings on a bit of a different kind of thought. "If it was just me, I'd go for dark and intimidating. Screw with people from the get go, ya know." he admits. "But... well, I want some place for us that’s really a home. And for Larry, Daryl, and Daryl." he admits. "And anyone else might want to join up. If it was just me, I'd be doing like a typical redcap gang leader instead of trying to be a witch king. But this time I’m staying and I want something that will make folks sit up and take notice, ya know?"

Then he twists a little to look up at her and cocks his head a little. "Is that coming out as stupid as it sounds like it is?"

Genny laughs gently, kissing his forehead. "Actually, it's na stupid at all. It makes perfect sense. Need somethin' impressive from the outside wi' some very impressive rooms inside fer keepin' up the look, but those being the face fer what is more comfortable areas where we and the terrible trio, an' anyone else can enjoy. May be able ta design somethin' that can start at a medium size range an' then get bigger as we figure out how many interested parties there might be. Too big an' it's just a pain ta keep up, too small an' we'll always be addin' ta it." She absently taps a finger against the back of his neck, the nail scritching softly. "Wonder if that boggan can build stuff?"

Chago snorts at that. "If he can't, he's as twisted up as Shova. Ain't never met a boggan that couldn't make -something-." he says. Then he grins. "And with me and Shova, we can make a hell of a lot in the Dreaming. Dreamcraft is all about shaping shit when you get better at it, and with me expanding the area I can affect and him teaching me even better Crafting, I can make us what we want maybe. The pair of us can for damn sure." he says with clear certainty. "I want him mostly making the path to the other side for us though save his strength for the important stuff."

"So we can jus' keep build..." She stops mid sentence, gaze going distant and then grins. "No, I have a better idea. What I was sayin’ before. There was a place...jus' as we were comin' out 'f the trod. It's all mountains an' shit, bu' there was a cave entrance. If the system is interesting enough we could jus' reshape the mountain face?" It's not an idea that she's married to, more musing about the possibilities.

Chago starts to ask about the sudden stop when she continues. He thinks back and nods at the idea. "That could work real good. It would help us use the Dark Trod if we need it and let us watch the damn thing easier by being so close to it. Hell, might give us a source of guard animals for the place even." he adds with a toothy grin. Leave it to a redcap to like the idea of capturing things from a dark trod for his guards.

He tips his head in thought then, chuckling softly. "I wonder if we can convince strangers it's a Hungry Hill." he muses. "Might make things even more fun."

She laughs in response to that, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, I do like that idea. Bet we could shape the door ta have teeth. Let people enter through a mouth..." It's been done before, but for a redcap place it's just too much fun not to think about. "Bet that skeletal bird of yours would like being brought across too. May be able ta let it out a bit more."

Chago grins and laughs softly. "At the least, we can keep him near the mouth. You know how he makes things nervous. It'll just make it all the better for any assholes wanting to come in." he agrees. Then he grins even wider. "Hell, it's a perfect place. We could probably get the Court to -give- it too us considering where it is, just to have that part guarded by something as expendable as a redcap."

"I think they'd be grateful jus' ta have it off their hands. Prolly exchange the area fer an oath ta protect the area from shit comin' off the Trod an' such, which is both easy enough an' fun." It's all about the fun...surely. "Be interestin' ta see what kind 'f water ways are goin' through there. Shape those right an it'll make kitchen concerns easy enough, an' may be able ta get heated flows. On the wakin' side maybe we convert a dock warehouse inta a restaurant an' then connect the both 'f them." Yeah, she's way into this idea now. But it's a good one.

Chago clearly likes the idea as well and he nods again. "Sounds damn good to me. First things first though. We got to make sure of our path there." And finally, he's being careful of how much he says. When it was vague thoughts, he didn't care who hears. Now that his tone is pure serious and clearly planning. He's not risking messing it up by confirming that he was speaking truth about the thing he said so openly. "Once we're sure of that, we can let the chick talk to her family about the deal and then we'll see where it goes. Sound like a plan?"

"Yeah. Sounds like a solid plan." She grins, stretching and then wincing slightly. "Mmm...getting back ta normal, bu' na quite there yet." A pause as she makes herself comfortable again. "The other thing we're gonna have ta deal wi' is whoever bound Shova." Her expression darkens as she brings it up. It's more serious to her now that she's thinking more clearly.

That brings a wider smile to Chago's lips. "Hell darlin'. When you ever known me to not be up for kicking somebody's ass that really needs it?" he asks. "If Shova can point us in the right direction, I'll be glad to help chew this asshole up." Then he drops into highly profane Spanish muttering about what he'll do to the guy.

Genny smiles at that running her fingers down his side. "I don't have any doubts 'f that, darlin'." Her voice is thoughtful. "Need ta talk ta Shova 'bout it, though. Binders 're rare an' dangerous. Kickin' his face in sounds good ta me." She settles again and yawns. "Best ta get more sleep. Heal up before they come askin' fer us."

And soon the conversation slips from serious to playful to... well, thankfully no one else needs to use the bale. Time passes, and between rest and Genny's healing magics, they're both soon fit and hale, if not quite as fully restored on Glamour as might be with another week of staying put. Chago insists on sharing his with her to aid in the healing so she won’t be near drained still if they have to leave soon.