my little jokes on thee...
"What the hell...?" Rene muttered. She was looking away from them now, so she wouldn't be able to hear them or read their lips, but the doctor still wanted to 'vent' a little. "Desiree, why on this Earth would you offer such a thing to such a scumbag?" he asked. "Why go so far for someone who's done nothing but-" he started to ask, before Zeke placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Dr. Calder..." he said quietly, causing Rene to snap his gaze directly to the nephilim.
"WHA-" he started to ask irately... before he saw that Zeke had a look of... almost sorrow to him. His eyes said they knew something that the lantha did not. Something that was weighing heavily on him right now.
"It's not my place to say anything right now." Zeke said. "Desiree... has her reasons. And I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that knows them. And it's only because of what I am, and who I used to be." he said further. "So please... don't take it personally, please try and quell your understandable frustration, and... just know that Desiree is probably going through a lot right now." he went on.
"...so much so, that I don't know how she'll be for the next while." he then added softly.
"..." Rene was silent after that for a moment, looking at him blankly while he was so... before he looked back to Desiree and blinked a few times.
"I see." he said. "I might not know everything about Desiree, and I might not know a lot about you... but I can tell when I shouldn't insert myself in someone's business, especially not with the attitude that was threatening to explode." he reasoned.
"Thank you." was all Zeke responded with, as Rene continued to work on Desiree, with the woman actively starting to feel better with each passing minute... physically anyway. Which was thanks to a special salve that Rene had. It was a Lanthan recipe, and it was borderline a miracle cure for injuries. It sped up healing time drastically, acted as a wonderful painkiller, but if used too frequently, the patient would develop a nasty chemical addiction to it. The last time he'd used it on Desiree was over 5 years ago, so she'd be fine with this application.
"Dr. Calder..." he said quietly, causing Rene to snap his gaze directly to the nephilim.
"WHA-" he started to ask irately... before he saw that Zeke had a look of... almost sorrow to him. His eyes said they knew something that the lantha did not. Something that was weighing heavily on him right now.
"It's not my place to say anything right now." Zeke said. "Desiree... has her reasons. And I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that knows them. And it's only because of what I am, and who I used to be." he said further. "So please... don't take it personally, please try and quell your understandable frustration, and... just know that Desiree is probably going through a lot right now." he went on.
"...so much so, that I don't know how she'll be for the next while." he then added softly.
"..." Rene was silent after that for a moment, looking at him blankly while he was so... before he looked back to Desiree and blinked a few times.
"I see." he said. "I might not know everything about Desiree, and I might not know a lot about you... but I can tell when I shouldn't insert myself in someone's business, especially not with the attitude that was threatening to explode." he reasoned.
"Thank you." was all Zeke responded with, as Rene continued to work on Desiree, with the woman actively starting to feel better with each passing minute... physically anyway. Which was thanks to a special salve that Rene had. It was a Lanthan recipe, and it was borderline a miracle cure for injuries. It sped up healing time drastically, acted as a wonderful painkiller, but if used too frequently, the patient would develop a nasty chemical addiction to it. The last time he'd used it on Desiree was over 5 years ago, so she'd be fine with this application.
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.
great big one on me.