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You return Damien's bewilderment with a bewildered look of you own. Masochist? Bodice rippers? Opportunity of a lifetime? The gears in your head are running overtime as you attempt to parse and process what the man just asked you. As you do, you raise a silent prayer unto the heavens for strength, patience, and perhaps most importantly good health and healing.
The Lord of Light responds to your prayers as He always does. His light fills you with its soothing warmth, the most grievous of your injuries stitching themselves back together.
It's enough that you can stagger back onto your feet. Nowhere near as good as new, but at least you no longer feel like you'll pass out again at any moment. As you stand up, you answer him that, "No, I just had a good dream is all. Saw a face I haven't seen in a good long while..."
"Old flame?" Damien offers a guess as to what you saw.
The smirk on his face is particularly irritating. Still, you concede after a moment's pause that it was indeed an "Old flame. Actually, no, current flame. I've kept my promise to him, I've no reason to doubt that he's kept his promise to me in our time apart."
"Other than the fact that he's a man," Damien says. When you throw him a withering look, he holds up his hands and asks, "What? As a member of that sex, I can assure you that we have a bit of trouble keeping it in our pants. Little guy says go, and well..."
He shrugs.
You scoff. "Heretic <span class="mu-i">and</span> a man-whore? I see you're an even better catch than I thought."
Puffing up with pride, Damien gives a light chuckle as he tells you that, "What can I say? Women love a man who knows how to play the game, as it were. Especially when he has the <span class="mu-i">mysterious bad boy</span> appeal. Be wary, Dame Louise, lest you find yourself the next target of my boundless charms~"
Crossing your arms, you throw him a very unimpressed look, "Really, Sir Damien?"
"Hmmm... well, maybe not," Damien says. He scratches at the stubble on his chin, putting more thought into the matter than you wish he would. "No offense meant, but I've only ever seen virgins have a stick that big shoved up their... but the Maid of Charlemont has a <span class="mu-i">lover</span> hiding out somewhere, this is truly some delicious gossip you've given me to ponder..."
You are rather thankful that he has turned the other way, looking off through a hole blown through the wall that's let some sunlight in. Otherwise he would have seen the redness of your face, that stretched from your cheeks to your ears. A lover you may have - if René is still alive - but you remain as maidenly as the day you first flowered, untouched by any comforting hand save for your own.
Even Hilde, who likes to get handsy with everyone in the baths, keeps things above the belt.
With a cough, you try to pull your conversation back to the rails of business, asking, "What of the captives? Were any of them... salvageable?"
