As he sweeps in, Chago rises and turns, physically blocking any approach to the injured satyr and growling low and throaty. "Sweetcheeks said I'd get us kicked out if I was stalkin' the halls t'get what my goat needs." he growls at the Baron, as he offers the most minimal bow he can to at least give lip service to rank. "She's been real nice about takin' care of us, ain't ya girl We did, after all, save her, right?" And he gives a sharp snap of his fingers with the last words, like demanding an answer to the question. "Ain't often ya see one of her kind so... easy t'deal with." And his smirk grows with those words.

His hands flex and open, before the redcap speaks again. "I hear there might be a reward f'r savin' this pretty piece too and between that and offerin' help I was thinkin' maybe ya could set me up with a place. Me and her been talkin' about it some. Figured I could be kinda a buffer between your lands and the shit that keeps comin' outta the dark. It's what my kind does and until we got here, I ain't had that much fun in a long time. She didn't like it too good, but maybe next time she'll listen better." The last comes with a flick of his wrist to indicate Genny. Yeah. He's trying to sell himself as a brute too stupid to realize what he faces. Good cannon fodder for what's been growing in the dark and a way to weed some of the weaker parts. Well, mostly. He couldn't help suggesting he noticed the drugging of the sidhe child. That pissed him off too much.

Kiersten blinks and the snap brings an instant lowering of her eyes and a nod. Her voice goes almost simpering, worse than they've ever heard even on the drugs. "I...of course. It is the place of a hostess to see to the needs of her guests. I could not do any less considering how I was saved." The way she says it leaves a LOT to the imagination and implies that things may have happened which never happened.

The Baron looks between the girl and the redcap as the proposal comes right on the tail of his entereing. He didn’t expect that, his gaze focusing on that pair since the satyrs are obviously out of action. Sorta...except for the very soft humming, but no one can do damage with a hum, right? He rests his hands on his hips, rings flashing in the light of the bale. "I see. I was expecting you and yours would just move on to another place." He ponders, fingers tapping on his wide belt. "Though I can see a benefit to what is proposed as well. That north end has always been problematic."

Oh no. Do damage at all. The redcap certainly is ignoring the humming and those toothy monsters never ignore a threat. "Well, it is kinda moving on, lord... uh..." and his hand waves a moment before his fingers snap again and he gestures to Kiersten to supply the name.

And, of course, Kiersten jumps again and she quickly says "Lord Huiverann ap Ailil." to supply the name. Oh yeah, she girl is all but shaking at the 'cap and it brings wider smile to Chago's lips.

"You see, Lord Hooverend, I know your kind and mine don't get along and I'm tired of having to dance around and pretend I like butt kissing. You been good, letting me fix my piece here. Now give me that place, and I won't come back here again without invitation. You'll have muscle between you and the crap up north, and I'll have a place to myself and my goat where I can fight all I want. We're both happy. Sound fair?"

"So I'd be rid of the pair of you, my niece could stop shaking in her boots and you'd be a barrier between me and things I don't like anyway." He leaned against the doorway, crossing his legs at the ankle. "I'm not seeing a problem with this idea right off, which makes me wonder what more there is which I'm not being told." His gaze goes to Kiersten. "Perhaps we should go for a walk, m'Lady."

Kiersten shoots a look at Shova, which passes over Chago. Her Uncle terrifies her, even with her newly rediscovered backbone.

Chago's weight shifts, like he'd try and stop Kiersten and then he jerks back and turns towards Genny a little more. He's careful to keep his eye toward the door and the Lord in it though., making a show of watching him while trying not to. "Thanks for checking on us, Lord." he mutters, with his tone sounding like he's been caught at something. "And for giving us a chance. It ain't been since Lady Silver anyone has done that."

What? Try and suggest he's got something in mind for Kiersten as the thing that's being left out? Him? Especially with name dropping a Sidhe Countess that threw her position away for a redcap. If, of course the Ailil has heard of her, but such a political house likely has. It's a gamble worth taking anyway, and it's a reminder for Kiersten that he has told them about her back when he rescued her in the first place. Gives her something more to work with.

Kiersten takes a deep breath before giving a little curtsey and moving to join her Uncle. "Of course. I have a few things I need to fetch as well." She gives a look to the others. "I pray you will forgive my absence. I shall return soon." Her Uncle's hand comes to rest on her shoulder and she swallowed, then met Shova's gaze. He's the one humming and something passes between the two which straightens her spine.

The Baron eyes Chago and nods. "I think it's an interesting idea. I'm not unaware of the stories surrounding the Lady Silver...not at all."

Chago nods his head. "Good. She was a hell of a sidhe." he tells the Baron before focusing on Genny. "But it ain't right of me to be jabbering at ya when you need to talk to your family. Sorry for being so rude." And so does the redcap dismiss the noble by acting like he was the one in the wrong.

Of course, to someone that's aware, turning his back could have been a huge mistake since Chago hasn't put his vest back on and that tarot card he displays is now Justice. Thankfully, it's not wide spread how that card acts so while Kiersten might notice, maybe no one else will. The door closes quietly behind then and Shova releases a breath and a long stream of cursing. "She did better away from here. I shouldn't have let her come back. I knew she was thinking about it." Because Genny needed the bale, but that doesn't seem to be part of his logic right now. He stands up, pacing across the room, hooves pounding hard against the stone floor.

Chago takes a step and his left hand snaps out, palm first, to Shova's chest. It's not a blow so much as a break. "Stop." he growls. "She's a big girl. She can do this. She told me she can." he rumbles. "Right now, she's gotta or me and Genny probably ain't getting out of here clean."

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Genny looks up, rubbing her fingers across her brow and then focusing on Chago. "Hey...come here." Provided he does so she grabs his hand, guiding it to one of the bracing rods which actually pushes into her hip. "Pull that out."

Leave it to the redcap to make it simple right? When Genny calls he's right there and his breath catches for just a fraction of a moment when she grabs his hand. He nods to her without questioning why and moves to brace her with that hand and grab to pull with the other. "Ready?" he asks before pulling the thing free. Nope. Didn't wait for an answer. She had to know it was just to let her know.

Shova stops, slamming back down into his chair and muttering. This lasts until he sees what they're about to do and he shudders.

Genny's eyes widen faintly at the wince, but then he grabs the rod and it pulls free. It's blood coated and rather icky and she bites her lip until it bleeds before breaking into loud cursing. Hah...anyone spying who doubted Chago's brute reputation should be getting a solid earful now. When she can breathe again she pushes him towards the leg. "The bone is healing, but it ain’t in the socket. Slip it back in. Bale's done enough repair...if it ain't settled I'll limp, maybe permanently. Do it now while I’m drugged." Setting it will likely make her scream, but it needs doing and she's coherent enough to give direction.

Chago nods and mutters a moment himself, profane Spanish mostly admittedly. He takes a moment to remove his Gauntlets and places them near Shova. "No one touches those." he warns the satyr before turning back to Genny. Yeah, he's expecting the noise to bring someone. Then he feels the leg carefully and growls. "Almost waited too long." He mutters. He may not be a magical healer, but he knows more mundane first aid at least. Like setting bones and popping things back into joint. Battle wounds. Go fig.

He wraps his arm about her leg to get a firm grip and then twists, pressing with the other hand as he forces things into proper alignment with the strength his barrel-like build suggests, and a harsh focus that lets her cries wash over him until he feels it slide true.

Now, as long as Shova doesn't hurl on his Gauntlets...

Genny tries really hard to stay silent, but even she isn't that good. The joint protests, fragments of bone grinding out of the way as the joint is set back into place. By the time everything in inclined to stay in place she's covered in a cold sweat, panting and whimpering pushed past screams, but it had to be done and they both know it.

Shova has not hurled on the Gauntlets...mostly because he's curled up against the door holding it shut. His hands are over his ears and he's singing something in rapid greek, trying not to scream himself.

Chago makes no effort to get those Gauntlets back yet either. When it's set, he moves up and looks for a cloth that he can use. Finding a clean one, he dunks it in the drinking water that's left and begins washing her face with it. See? He can be gentle. With her anyway. He doesn't try and hide the bruises on his arm still either. What Kiersten did made it solid again, but it's not healed by any stretch. Not really. But there's no point in hiding it when he's been found out.

Genny sucks in deep breaths, still trembling, though the water and the touch help. She blinks several times, whispering. "That hurts like a sumbitch." It's all she can manage, though her hand does rest on his wrist for a moment, a promise for healing when she's back to normal.

It takes Shova longer to get to his feet, looking green under his tan. "How...how can you do that? Knowing what pain it will cause. I couldn't..."

Chago doesn't look away as he keeps tending to Genny, nodding silently in answer to her wordless promise of healing. "Because she needed me to." he answers as he tends to her. "Her leg wasn't healing right. It was healing, but she'd have been gimped up. She needed me to hurt her to make it go right." he explains. "And don't say you can't. Kiersten is gonna be going through worse soon and you damn well better be able to look her in the eye and make her suffer more while letting her know you love her the whole time or she's gonna break." he warns. Yeah. He's not expecting to be spied on after that screaming. Redcap alone with a hurt satyr? They don't want to hear the crunching that probably followed that noise.

Shova's face pales at that. "She hasn't been back here that long. Not enough time to get much in her system." It's the denial of someone who doesn't want to see a lover suffer. He watches Chago as Genny's breathing slowly calms and her fingers begin to unclench. "She'll be all right. It ain't like she's busted up. Not like that."

Chago nods slowly, focused on Genny for the moment as he listens to Shova. He leans in and kisses the worse injured satyr between the horns lightly and runs a hand over her hair, murmuring a soft assurance to her in Spanish. He straightens and get the vest he was given to pull back on then, every motion calm and easy before he turns and explodes into the violence his kith is known for.

In an instant, he lunges at Shova, grabbing the satyr's vest with both hands, twists them to fasten a firm grip and lifts until the taller goat's hooves are off the ground, then drives backwards with the momentum of his lunge until Shova is driven into the door again. "No, she ain't mula." he growls out in a low rumble. "She's addicted. That means you not only got to heal her body, but you gotta make her stop -needing- what broke it. You've had her off until she's come down, but not until her body rebelled yet. This time, you gotta get her through that and deal with her cussing you and telling you she hates you for making her suffer and believing her when she says it because you know how easy it would be to make her stop hurting, but you know she needs to suffer. So you keep doing it, even when she wants to die to get over it." And every strong word he growls out, the goat is pulled from the door a bit and then driven back into it, not hard enough to harm, but Shova's back will be sore and red from the abuse.

Finally, he drops the satyr and lifts his voice in a roar. "Until you -know- pain like that, don't you tell me I'm wrong! I'm doin' what's needed. You hear me! I'll do it to her. To you. To any mula that comes in here. Got that?" Then he stalks off to jerk his Gauntlets back on. It may take a bit, but once Shova finishes wetting himself and had time to think about both the difference in the roar and the quieter words, as well as the violence he's seen Chago capable of, hopefully he'll realize the last was show for anyone that came back when the screams turned into thumps at the door. After all, the 'cap isn't one to be gentle when he's truly upset.

Shova slides down the door, just sitting on the floor his clothing askew and shaking more than a little. His eyes are very wide, though he's not really hurt so much as shocked. Pounding comes at the door and he looks up, rubbing his arms. "Stay out there you damn fools." When the pounding comes a second time he lurches to his feet, looking over his shoulder. "Just be glad I want out of here as much as you do." It's not a threat...well...it is kinda, at least an attempt at one. Something in Shova's look says he knows Chago is right. He just doesn't like it. He pulls the door open, pushes whoever is trying to come in, looks like the shrimp boggan, back and slams the door behind him.

Chago's head tips just fractionally at Shova's words and look, the only 'tell' that he's not as upset as he's acting. When the satyr opens the door, the 'cap snarls "If it's that worthless little shrimp, let her in. I'm... Gettin'... HUNGRY." The last words are carefully spaces and stressed and then, once Shova is well clear, one of the empty dishes is picked up and thrown at the door. Then he stalks over to drop heavily by Genny, on the bale side of her bed at last to help sooth his sore arm.

His lips curl a bit into something akin to a smile. "I think I needed that." he mutters softly to her.