Genny rolls slightly, able to put weight on the hip as it heals now that it's in place and not held by the rod. She reaches out, running her fingers down his cheek and neck. "I think so. Fer all that yer a different kind of Cap, ya still need moments 'f jus' lettin' it all out." She catches his full plate in her tubed hand and passes it to the good one then to him. "Though yer also gonna feel better if ya eat, darlin'. The gettin' hungry comment wasn't entirely untrue." Her voice stays low, just for his ears, though it seems she's recovering faster now, despite the owie.

Chago leans into that touch and more of the tension leaks out of him as she moves and acts much more like herself. "You ain't kiddin'." He mutters before scooting back a bit and wolfing the contents of the plate so that she doesn't wear much more than a drop or two of it. His pretty new outfit is splattered, but that's to be expected. "I don't go all out and not eat too. It was gettin' to me." He licks his fingers while the Gauntlet's self clean as usual and then hesitates before rising and crossing to the farthest corner of the room, his eyes going unfocused as he does when trying to concentrate on flavors.

He may be too close to tell, but it just clicked on the easiest way to tell if it's her fur. Is he 'holding' the nearest taste of Genny? After all, that fur he took is in his pouch and the mechatyr said it was her fur kinda so.... Oh yes...it's her. Fur and the small patch of flesh which is dried and kinda icky. Not that icky really bothers him.

Genny shifts where she is, pulling herself up further into a seated position. "I highly doubt ya scared Shova off fer long, bu' while we got a minute..." Her tone is dry, apparently much more herself with less hurt going on and far less iron in her body. "What is yer next plan besides movin' back towards no man's land an' startin' ta set up?" Yeah, she knows that won't be all he's gone in mind.

Chago nods slowly and then heads for the bed to settle by her. "First thing, get that keep secure and make sure of the Baroness." he says kind of low, with a nod toward the door. Nope. Not a wrong term. "I got a feeling there. Once we're safe, I got some stuff to talk to you about. Not trying to be mean by just hinting, but it's the kind of stuff that stirs memories and you know how that screws with your head. Then I'm gonna start scrying how we can get our own bale. I'm goddamn tired of needing other people for that."

She nods, not pushing him on the information. They've been together long enough for her to trust to his ability to know what she should be discussing at the moment. "We need one. Too much butt kissin' required ta use these ones. Need one that no one else is gonna lay claim ta an' that we can defend our way wi' our people." She pauses and cracks a little smile. "Cause dammit...we're gonna have people 'gain, startin' wi' these ones."

Chago nods to that. "Shova is gonna need a little polish. He ain't never seen real trouble. Kiersten... I think she's gonna be alright, once she's outta withdrawal." He shakes his head and grumbles then softly. "I hope it ain't as bad as I expect it to be, but stuff that messes with your head that much is the worst stuff to get off usually. Little Goat Gruff may never be done helping her stay off it."

She's quiet for a minute, thoughtful. "I think he's seen trouble, bu' his reaction to it was ta bury his head in the sand instead 'f standin' up an' fightin' it. He's got the look. To afeered ta really set his hooves." Her hand comes to rest on Chago's leg. "I had a feelin’ ‘bout her before, wondered. If she's been on it long as I think...yeah...she's gonna need help. Even goats know better than ta let the addiction set in. Ya always change up before it gets bad. Don't think she's ever thought 'f it. Never knew."

Chago nods to that. "It's been done to her. She was pissed when I took her wine away and told why. If she can fight it long enough for Uncle Dumbledore to give her back, we got a chance. I tried to help her with the story as much as I could." His eye shifts, looking at the device cleaning Genny's blood and his expression goes hard. "I'm gonna enjoy kicking his ass."

"Ya gave her enough ta work wi'. If she's as clever as has been hinted by her behavior I think she'll manage. Otherwise...well...we take on an' take in the strong." It's not cruel, but pragmatic. The dark trod and the keep they're intending on taking doesn't have much place for the weak. Her eyes follow his gaze and she growls softly before nodding.

Chago's lips curl again, into a real smile like he seldom has for anyone but her. It's so nice to be truly understood and accepted, even at one's worse, isn't it? He certainly thinks so. "How you feeling?" he asks with another glance at the container to say which of her dual problems he means more, before twisting a little and holding his bruised arm toward the heat of the bale to help its tenderness fade more. Recharging might be nice, but being ready to fight is necessary. Time to help ease any last hesitations in using it while he can. Even if there's not time to fully heal it without a touch of fae magic at the moment, he can at least ease the touchiness of it, past the repairs Kiersten did.

"I'm feckin' achy, but much better. Helps ta have you here. We're gonna have ta get more water in me though. Drainin'." The comment is both truthful and slightly suggestive. Her big strong eating machine. She draws in a deep breath watching him raise his arm, "I'm gonna assume that whatever did that is in much worse shape, yes?" It'd dang well better be.

"Depends on how ya look at it." Chago says with a smirk. "It's my own damn fault. Took a chance that paid off, but it was either punch away a club that was going for my head, or both of us lose. I wasn't gonna lose so I punched the club. My Gauntlets kept my arm attached, and Kiersten fixed the bone enough I was able to stop worrying it was gonna break if I flexed it wrong."

Then he grins wider. "Now, if ya mean the thing that was swingin' the club... let's just say there's a reason I'm wearing this stuff instead of my leather."

Genny's lips turn in a savage grin at that. There's pride there too, never doubted he could handle whatever was thrown at him. "Good. We'll have ta celebrate properly when we get out 'f here." She shifts, moving up higher and then making a face as the machine protests. She glares at the machine, thoughtful for a minute and then crooks a finger at him. "I have an idea...commere." Yeah. Cause her having ideas has never gone wrong yet.

Chago moves closer at her beckoning. "Idea huh? Does it involve celebratin' early and makin' sure they think less of us?" he asks with a snort of amusement. "You know I ain't shy." he adds with a small chuckle. He reaches a careful finger to brush her hair back a little as he gets there, hooking a wild bit back behind one of her horns. "Whatcha thinking?"

Genny chuckles softly, "Celebratin' kinda has somethin' ta do wi' it. Think I'm lyin' too low fer this dumb thing ta work best. Hooves 're tinglin' an' I don't like that neither. I'm thinkin' I need ta get up." Or at least try, and yeah, she's fully aware of just how much that's gonna hurt.

The redcap's playful grin fades back into a more serious look and he nods slowly. "Just lean on me as much as ya need then." he says as he slips one arm about her to help lift where she sat up. The other reaches toward the machine, to shift it as necessary to keep motion from yanking it out when she still needs it attached. Chago takes a deep breath then and braces, letting her set the pace of the motion as he simply assists.

Yeah, she leans on him as she pulls herself up. Once the blankets are pushed aside she gets her good leg under her to take her weight and pushes up, letting him help with the pulling. Soft cursing wandering from English to Spanish to Greek and back, but she doesn't stop until she's upright, leaning against him. The change in her position does give the machine pause and then the tone of it speeds up, her complexion paling slightly. "Wow...that's...a headrush."

Chago gives a low snort when she speaks, smirking to mask any worry he showed as she was getting up and getting herself together after standing, no matter how much help she had. "It's called endorphins." he teases softly. Once he's sure the machine doesn't need his attention to stay where it is, that hand is lifted to her cheek and he asks, just as softly, "You okay?"

Endorphins and the blood moving through the machine faster. She rubs her cheek against his fingertips, half closing her eyes. "Yeah. I'm good. Feels a little weird, bu' helpin'." Her hand runs along his ribs, caressing and letting her fingernails drag against his skin. "That helps too...yer warm." And she's fairly cool to the touch despite the heat of the bale. Pumping blood in and out will do that.

Hey... whatever the reasons, as long as it's helping. As her fingers move over his chest and ribs and his vest opens a bit more from the touches, he moves a teeny bit closer to share that warmth. "Long soak. I was colder'n you when we got back. Damn place as an ice cube on the warm end." Chago admits. "Hope I clogged his drains." he adds with a snort as his hand moves to rub down her arm and the other stays wrapped about the lovely satyr to help her balance.

She rests her head against his shoulder, lips playing over his neck. She rubs closer, finally catching his lips again. The early celebration part of her comments from earlier. The kiss is hungry and demanding, a yearning to it, and though sex is not Genny's primary Passion there is enough heat to begin to raise glamour, particularly standing only a few feet away from the bale on the other side of the wall. She hums softly against his lips, and a gentle healing touch settles, however she's twisting it in a way that it not only gets his arm, but it's doing something for her hip too. Not likely that it's anything near what a full on healing from the right source can do, but stabilizing. Neat trick.

Chago is more than happy to return such heat as well, growling softly with pleasure at first and then a small surge of temper as he feels her healing him. When the kiss breaks he narrows his eye at her. "Dirty trick." he mutters. "You should be worried about yourself, not me." Still, he does notice her hip is better as well, just from how much of her weight he has to support. "Do that again and I'll have to spank you." Then he smirks. "And not in a good way, satyr." he teases.

"Dirty trick?" She grins at him in return. "Comin' from you that's a compliment." Genny rotates the hip carefully and slowly. "I'm worryin' 'bout both 'f us. This I can walk on. Ain't gonna be fast, an' if I try ta run I'll end up on my face, but it won't infect as easily neither." Her lips turn more at the tease and she nips his lower lip. "I'll keep it in mind, darlin'." She grows a little more serious, admitting. "Does help a lot ta have ya here...an' I think the machine has done all it can do."

Chago snorts softly at her for that, then nods. "Probably a good idea." he grudgingly admits before running a hand over the hip carefully, to feel how much better it is. "Feels better." He acknowledges after the check. "Just take it easy as much as you can." Then he shifts his attention to the machine and licks his lips as he studies it. "Looks full. They said that was how we'd be able to tell it was done." And so he moves from studying the chamber to the connections to her body, to see how to remove them with the least pain. And bleeding.

"I'm na plannin' on runnin' any marathons fer a while still. The healin' got the joint, but I still ache like hell." Not to mention she's obviously still tired and in need of more to eat. Though it's only been a few days since she was injured, she looks too thin and her fur without it's usual gloss. Studying the set up it should be fairly easy to remove the tubing by holding something over the entry point and just working it out. The blood left in the tubes doesn't have the pressure to move and is likely a lost cause, but a little pressure should stop any bleeding.

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Chago rips off a couple of pads from his vest and folds any spots from his meal inside them. He gives one to Genny to hold before he uses the other on the intake line, pressing over the hole left when he pulls the tube out. Then he repeats the act with the output line, letting her press that bandage. "We'll take it as slow as we can babe. Right now, soak up as much of this warmth as we can get you. Longer you're here, the more you'll be healed when the time comes."

She holds the bandages, slowly settling back to sitting on the bed her weight off of the bad hip which is turned towards the bale. "Thanks..." She pulls him down for another kiss, this no less wanton, but more gentle. "Love you."

The moment holds for a second before there's a light tap at the door, Kiersten's voice coming through, almost a whimper of sound. "Chago?"

Oh yeah. Kisses are good. Chago isn't about to resist this idea. Well, until the knock. A throaty growl rumbles and he glares toward the door. "Timing. Bad as Kink." he mutters before mouthing 'Love you' back silently and then shouting. "About time! Get in here!" to Kiersten as he gathers the machine and coils the lines carefully to be sure none of the trapped iron can leak out if it's somehow kept liquid in there.

Genny looks pleased that he's grumpy over the interruption. It's always gratifying when your man wants you as much as you want him. She half closes her eyes, soaking up the bale while waiting.

The sidhe woman staggers in, looking green under her pale. She smells, faintly, of vomit. "You have to leave in the morning. I got you that much."

Stalking over to Kiersten he snarls "Is that the best you could manage? Just one night? She's hurt!" and then he drops into Spanish cursing as he snaps a hand out and slams the door before reaching careful fingertips to the sidhe's cheek as he grins happily. A nod of approval gives lie to the rant as he winds down and asks softly "Are you okay?"

He gestures to a seat for Kiersten before heading back to Genny. "Rest babe. I'll keep watch for a few hours while you do."

Yep. Sleeping in shifts to stand watch. Go figure.

It takes Kiersten a second not to look wide eyed even though she knows the yelling is an act. Redcap, yelling, even if she knows it's acting is scary stuff. She allows the touch even leaning just a little, "Yeah. He made me drink something else...I..." She flushes and moves to the chair, rubbing the back of her neck. "Got rid of it. Where's Shova?"

Chago pauses at that question and glances at Genny, then back to Kiersten. "Hell if I know. I think I scared him. I set Genny's hip and he couldn't deal with me hurtin' her that much, even t'help her. We...talked about it some and he took off. Guess he ain't used to someone willin' to be blunt and direct about things he don't wanna think about." Then he glances at Genny again, just to see if she has anything to add.

"He loves you, elf girl." Genny's tones are mild and she presses the pad against her neck, cleaning up some of the blood. "An' he has no feckin' clue how ta balance it wi' his passions and wi' true need. He can't understand that depth. He'll get over it...'r he'll leave." Or it will get him killed, but she's not about to mention that part. "Yer facin' yer demons...he ain't."

Chago nods to Genny's words. "We kinda hit on that too. I sorta told him he needed to grow a set, just not in so few words." he admits. "She's right about him and when he gets his rosy glasses off, he'll be good for ya." he tells Kiersten then. "But he better do it soon, cause you both are gonna need each other when things start going crazy because of us."

Kiersten nods, chewing her lower lip before sighing. "I can guess where he went then. Easy enough to find him and talk to him." She pauses before murmuring. "I wonder if it's wrong to be glad for the crazy? I feel like I'm finally starting to see clearly after years of seeing only what people wanted me to."

Genny snorts softly. "Ain't nothin' wrong with that. Jus' be aware that comin' up fer air don't mean ya can't be drug back in. Ya start this fight ya better be willin' ta see it all the way through, fightin' an' kickin' until ya win 'r die." Hrm...kinda like how she and Chago do just about everything.

Chago nods to that too and he moves back to Kiersten's side. "And be ready to be fightin' like that for a long time. Once this is done, me and Genny will help you make sure anything you want thrashed is, but you got to want it, and some things are gonna be hard to keep wanting rid of. That's gonna be your hardest fight, and it's one you can't lose." he warns her. "You got the set to beat it though."

He makes a point of sniffing the air and smirking at the faint vomit smell as proof, and then he moves to settle with Genny again. "You gonna stay too, or you gonna go find your goat?" he asks.

Genny scoots over a bit, the bed plenty big when all the tubes and such are off the edge. She leans against his shoulder, relaxation flowing almost visibly over her skin.

Kiersten sighs and nods. "I...can see other things now. Shova got me away for long enough, and you two have helped more than I think I really can understand at this moment. I can see what -I- want for a change. Not something through a pleasant haze." Her fingers press against her belly. "Hurts...but the hurt seems better." She watches them for a moment and then rises. "I'm going to find him. I did put a ward on the door. It won't stop anyone determined for long, but will make a lot of noise. At dawn the Baron wants me to see you out."

Chago wraps an arm around Genny and nods to Kiersten. "Bring breakfast then. Stuff we can take along. And more water. We'll share some of it to help you, once we're outta his easy reach. See you in the morning." Then he smirks and waits for the door to start to open before adding "And don't come back without it!" in a sharper tone for any listening ears.

The night goes by silently...almost too much so, but Genny's not looking gift horses anywhere. Except maybe as dinner. She sleeps curled up against Chago, waking quickly when he nudges her and giving over more space so he can sleep while she watches over him. It's not even questioned and no grumbling at all, why would there be?

She wakes him in the morning with a soft touch, it doesn't take more for them both to be awake.

"It's near dawn...heard some movin' out there, bu' na much jus' yet."

"Tell 'em to go..." Chago mutters as he comes awake, sounding much more groggy than he really is, once he's sure it's just morning and not something important. Maybe there's no reason for her to grumble but it seems the redcap has a different view. Whatever he was going to tell her to tell them is lost in a jaw stretching yawn and a twisting stretch before he checks his arm and nods approval. "How's the hip feel now?"

She gives him a little grin, her eyes showing their usual sparkle. "Well... ifn we weren't in a hurry this mornin' I'd suggest we give it a work out in our favorite way." There's a soft tease there and she touches her lips to his cheek. "Still no marathons, bu' it'll do."

"Arm's still a little stiff." he admits. "But I can punch a sidhe's lights out without my Gauntlets if we need." he notes as he pulls said Gauntlets back on. Yeah, even in an unhappy potential situation, he's not silly enough to -sleep- in them. He gives the one on his sore arm an extra tug to be sure the almost totally gone bruises are covered. After all, if he'd hugged close to the warmth of the bale and focused on himself, he'd be healed. No need to give a clue he'd not take care of himself first.

Then he heads to the door and pauses to give Genny a brief leer. "When we can forget about them." he assures to her work out suggestion before settling back into a scowl and jerking the door open. "What?"

The leer is returned with a grin and, maybe just to prove she's feeling better she flashes him before resettling her clothing and making her expression more sour and just a little fearful. She wouldn't want to disturb the reputation he's been building, which means she belongs to him. His little piece of tail...cause that's how that works....really...not.

Baron the Dork is standing outside the door and the snarl gets a raised eyebrow. "And good morning to you, Brute."

"The he..." Chago begins before catching himself and giving a suggestion of a bow. "I mean, mornin' Baron..." he gives a loaded pause then, like trying to remember his name before pressing on. "I was expectin' that piece of tail instead'a you. Ain't you got work t'do? Why waste time on me? Did that little mula snivelin' satyr drag her off or somethin'? Want me to find her for ya? Show I'll be useful around here?"

"I'm sure that won't be necessary. Sooner or later the pair of them will emerge, they always do. Perhaps she can just get on with what she wants to do with him and be rid of him." His eyes go to Genny for an instant, a smile twisting his lips. "Or maybe she'll follow your example and keep a pet. Regardless, you will be gratified to know I have considered your request and looked over the lands you are interested in. They are of no value to me. Nothing grows well and the wildness seems to eat people. Perhaps you will enjoy eating it in return."

Chago's lips curl into a smile at that and he snorts softly. "Best way to keep 'em sometimes. Goats got their uses and as long as you keep them to those uses, they're pretty nice to have around." he says. "This one knows her place real good." Yep. Right beside him, kicking butts and taking initials because they don't slow down for names.

He drops into an almost proper bow at last after that though and rises with his smile wider, flashing teeth rather openly. "My thanks, Lord Humaround. You have my word to stay out of here without invitation, as I promised in return." he assures as he rises. "I'll keep that flank of your lands safe. It'll be nice to have something I can really tear into and a place to go back to after."

"Perhaps when she is done healing, I will have to borrow her and put her through her paces." The Baron’s tone is nasty, his eyes drinking in Genny. Apparently, they don't much respect satyrs or redcaps around here. Genny straightens fractionally, but only someone that knew her well would pick up on the glint in her eye that says she'll feed him a hoof sandwich sooner or later.

"If you manage to keep the boarder protected then you'll come to find out I can be a generous master. If not...then I figure my problem is solved anyway."

She's not the only one. Chago's head drops in a display of respect. Really. It's respect and not hiding the snarl that twists his face for a long moment. "I can keep it safe." he assures as he lifts his gaze again. "I ain't so sure you'd want to borrow her though." he notes with a lift of his hand to rub the longest scar on his cheek, the one that crosses the empty socket. "The puta has sharp hooves, and I like to play rough so I ain't ever took that edge totally off her."

Then he grins again. "Course, if you ain't afraid of bleeding too, she's a hell of a ride."

The sidhe looks between them with consideration, not immediate fear, but careful thoughtfulness. "We shall see. Perhaps if you both survive the first month, I will have you both back to...visit."

Genny shifts to stand, keeping most of her weight on the good leg, though balancing enough to show that she can. She gives a faint little bow toward the door, mockery in each movement, and a spark kicking up off the floor as she paws it.

The Baron smirks, "Very interesting, yes. I would keep a collar on that one, Brute. Lest she strangle you in your sleep."

Chago's lips pull back in a toothy grin and he reaches up to tap his earring. "I ain't totally stupid. Satyr Binding. Had a nocker rig up the loop it's on to make this one think it's on a horn. Long as I wear mine, she can't take hers off. Long as she wears her, she can't try and hurt me. I got it right after she took out my eye. Saved me havin' t'train another." he explains before gesturing for Genny to come over to him. "Sucked for the pair I ate to get the rings but they work for me now."

Genny shoots him a mock resentful look. He'd know it was mock, but it's savage enough to make the Baron question and then saunters over. The saunter is designed to look indolent, but really it means she can move in a way that doesn't stretch her hip too much. She arrives at Chago's side and sketches a brief bow to the Baron, who reaches forward and catches her chin, raising it.

"Interesting, yes. She's a devil in her eyes, Brute."

Okay. Talk is one thing. Touching though... Chago's hand snaps out, twisting at the last moment really to grab for the Baron's wrist instead of raking with the Gauntlet as he started to. "Mine." The redcap growls softly. "I don't give a rat's ass who the hell you are, -Nobody- touches her I don't allow to." And he allows anyone she'd approve of. Go fig. "You want her, you got to do it right, otherwise, I get pissy." Yeah. Smart thing was to let it go, but the redcap has his limits sometimes.

Despite his slender build there is strength in the Baron's wrist, indicative of some kind of training. Likely sword work. He glares at Chago, meeting the redcap's ire for a long moment before bursting into laughter and opening his fingers in a gesture of surrender. "We do get attached to our pets do we not? Oh you are the most interesting thing which has walked through these doors in some time. Maybe I should keep you both...You'd do well in the arena, Brute with a collar of your own."

Which is the point that Genny slugs him. It's really a nearly perfect punch coming up right under the point of his chin. If the Baron's attention hadn't been so firmly on Chago he might have been able to avoid it, or at least absorb some of it. As is his head snaps back and he goes bonelessly unconscious. Genny grumbles, and kicks him in the ribs before limping back to the bed and gathering a small pack with what few things she brought here. "Jackass."