(OOC: Wahahaha, woman parts? You are worse than I am...ROLFMAO)

Nisroc tried to overlook that he was touching her and she did it with great success. She focused only on her wounds, concentrating on the way the burns chafed under the cotton bandages.
She did this for most of the way before suddenly realizing that the previous fight with the Golem left not only scars to her body, but also to her clothes. It took her a few painful seconds to tear off the remaining pieces of her left sleeve that melted to her skin by the heat of her creature and now her whole left arm was covered in white cloth. But that's not what worried her.
As they passed through another corridor she turned her gaze downwards, where her feet were. Even though she couldn't see her limbs, she knew that the majority of her pants had been burned off. The white stems of her legs were now wrapped in bandages. Not even the tattered and scorched flaps of her coat could hide that. She gulped, the sound unnatural in her ears.
It was like dooms day… No, worse then that. If she weren’t that hurt, it might’ve been funny to her. But right now, under these circumstances, she didn’t feel like laughing.
She suddenly felt the nearness of his body as she did moments before and she blushed deep red up to the roots of her silver hair. This was going to be weird.
They made a right turn and Aven opened a door, the hinges protesting with a creak.
The smell that filled her nostrils calmed her. It was the aroma of paper, ink and a tinge of anti-disinfectant. She didn’t even notice him sitting her down on the oak desk. Nostalgia swept over her and she relaxed a little, her hands situated by her sides, grasping the edge of the table.
Her thoughts were interrupted as he sent a message to the recesses of her mind. She realized that he was not touching her. That was good.
May I? The male tenor echoed in her thoughts. We have to take care of them before they get infected…
As the sound trailed off she decided again that he had a nice voice.
You really are an odd sort Nisroc.
She sighed, knowing that she couldn’t escape this, even if she wanted to (OCC: Now this is interesting XD).
“Yeah…knock yourself out.” The corners of her mouth twitched into a ghost of a smile.
Her hands grasped more firmly on the corner of the desk, until she felt her knuckles whitening with the pressure. She waited, bracing herself for the inevitable.

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Oui monsieur bonjour coquette;
Uh huh croissante vous a ver;
Maurice Chevalier effeil tower;
Oh oui Marie bagette bon soir;

FRENCH TOAST!