Oh gosh how do we make this feelsy when I'm literally a blob of derp haha

DON`T WORRY! *throws in my brain* *pokes it with a stick* Do something

Maybe if we give it a treat it'll do something?

aaaah but seriously how should we kick this off?

Uhhhh maybe Dzhaffs doing what Rusalka is always telling him to do. Like get his injuries treated? XD

That'll do, that'll do xD
Aaah okay, I'll start, I guess? quq Forgive me because I'm a sucky RPer

"Ah... Now where did I put that roll of bandages..?" Rusalka muttered to herself, flitting between boxes and drawers in the medicine tent. Unfortunately, funds were low and the main priority seemed to be weapons as opposed to staves. Which was ridiculous, if you asked the lone troubadour who had to patch everyone up battle after battle.

(hhhh no you´re doing great! ;v; )
"Excuse me." A well-knows voice reached her ears, coming from the rather broad doorway to the room. Dzhafar cleared his throat as he just walked up to another of the boxes too.
"If you are not low on any supplies, could I might get your assistance with something later on?" Apparently, the young man had not made it through the battle without catching a wound - yet the rather deep cut going through his left arm and part of his chest was patched up for the time being. At least good enough to hold for a while.
(Also you´ll officially witness how Dzhaffs gets his kitty now. I wanted to put it into one of the supports actually ;u; )

dunt mind me just hangin here
not doing anything
suspicious

"Mm?" She turned towards the voice, bent over a large box, one arm elbow deep in its contents. "Oh! Dzhafar!" Rusalka straightened herself as she turned to hi , a small smile on her face until she noticed his patched up wound. "Of course! I can take a look at it right now, if you like? I'm sure my staff can handle another good healing or two." She held the said balmwood staff up, though it obviously looked a little beat up. "...Well, even if it does break, I have some gold laying around somewhere. I'll just have to make a trip to the merchant. Please, sit."

(Ooooh yay :D)

"Oh, uhm, I would just like to take care of another matter first. I did not catch this wound without reason... I´d never be so reckless af.ter all the things you´ve told me. But..." The always so seemingly cold warrior suddenly had a really concerned face as he raised his right arm, a small kitten in his hand that just looked at both of those giant humans with big eyes.
"...I could not possibly ignore if such a helpless little creature would get trampled to death."

(Dzhaffs being Dzhaffs. A battle? Nevermind, there´s a kitty in distress over there. XD)

Admittedly, she had not been expecting that. "A kitten..?" The troubadour blinked at the small, furry creature in surprise. "Gods, and it's still so young..." She frowned as she looked the poor thing over. "You found it on the battle field..?"
( Kittens are the priority! )

"Yes. I guess it got lost there." Carefully, Dzhafar placed the small animal onto a closed box, looking at it to see if it was wounded anywhere. He sat down next to it, frowning shortly as he moved the injured arm.
The cat just looked at him curiously, apparently still rather shocked then really hurt.

(Priorities: Kitten -- Own wounds.)

A little smile made it's way to Rusalka's face as she watched him with the kitten. "It seems to be fine, just a little bit of shock. Which is quite luckily, considering the brutality of war..." She sighed, rubbing at her tired eyes, starting to feel the exhaustion of working so diligently seep into her. "Would you like me to heal that wound now, or should we gather some things for your new friend?"

"Oh, I don´t want to be a burden to you. Just healing it up a bit is more than sufficient, I can take care of te rest myself." He brought himself to a little smile before he undid the knot that held up his ripped up left sleeve. A red tainted bandage became visible, along with a strange scar sticking out from under his shirt on his left shoulder.

"Dzhafar, you are not a burden to me. You are my friend, and this is my job and I'm glad to do it. Now hold still while I have a look at this." She hummed as she worked, undoing his bandage to get a proper look at the wound. "Yeesh, that's pretty deep... Well, nothing a bit of healing magic can't fix..." She paused for a moment, taking note of the scar sticking out from under his shirt. "Oh..?"

The warrior just silently nodded as she spoke, looking at her as she noticed the mark on his skin.
"Ah... that is a really old scar. Something to remind me of a promise. You don´t have to pay any attention to it." His eyes seeked a different point in the room as he put his right hand over his shoulder, careful not to touch the wound in the progress.

"... I see..." She sighed, forcing her gaze back to his wound. "Mm... Let's clean off all of that blood before I heal it." She stood, shuffling to the other side of the tent to a bucket filled with water. Rusalka grabbed a spare rag, soaking it in the liquid. She squeezed out most of the excess water before she returned to him, a slightly troubled expression on her face as she gently wiped away the blood. "... You know, Dzhafar... If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here, okay? Don't let Aland scare you off." She chuckled at the last bit, tossing the dirtied rag to the side.

He smiled at her again. Actually, he had never quiet told anybody about it.
"...I did that. That´s why I usually don´t talk about it." The blue-haired sighed, letting his hand sink again so the scar was showing. "Back in my time as their killer we all had that stone in parts of our body... With them, they would always know where we are. So when I finally left, I promised someone. I... promised him to never let anybody decide what I should think or feel again. He did not tell me to do it, but I swore it by cutting that thing out of my shoulder." Taking another deep breath, he waited for some kind of response. Hopefully he didn´t bring too many unpleasant pictures into her mind.
The small cat next to him meowed, poking his other side with its head.

The troubadour was silent for a few moments, expression unreadable as she processed what she had just been told. Before long, she smiled, nodding her head a little as she grabbed her staff. "I'm glad that you did it, then." She held the tip above his wound, a soft green glow enveloping it as it slowly healed. "You are your own person. No one should be able to take that from you."

He smiled too, sighing in relief as the pain from the wound subsided a bit. "I guess without help I wouldn´t even be here anymore. ...Thank you, Miss Rusalka. For being here."

(I am sorry this post was so short but I just though it´d be fitting like this ;v; )

(Shh it's alright it's just fine
Holy shutoku it's 4 a.m. I must flee *scurries off to bed*)

(Nighty night then C: )