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Chapter 173 - V4 Incline 59: Nin

"I-I... I-I'm just going to go and show Lord Brewbrt m-my one. Does Rianta-chira want to sho- I can wait for her... Never mind." Einervaene shakes and stumbles out, the door closing in an embarrassed shelling up of her expression. Rose-sweerui's grip somehow becomes less aggressive with the lack of an audience and she smiles down at me.

"Do you want to show off?" I ask as I try to get undressed, and, yet again, she misreads my intentions with her aid coming in tears and pulls. Grabbing her, I put a stop to the physical side of it, but, whatever battle I have to find to control her mind... I surrender already.

"When I am done tending to you, my precious love. Then I will let others bask in my impregnated beau-"

"I'm not after sex." I blunt force into her ears. Her expression wavers and then it returns with a smile.

"Of course, but your affairs will always come first." she tells me, giving me some space and then clamouring back onto me. Her rose petal hair steadily loses form as she continues to rub up against my body. Words are a lie, it would seem.

With a tail prodding at me, I manage to finish getting unchanged in relative peace. Moving off of the bed to pile my things, the mask and hat come off. Einervaene, for some reason, comes back into the room-

"Oh, good, you are here, I want to talk to you ab-" Neeameth of all people says and Rose-sweerui crashes into the door. Shoving the woman back out of the room. The safe sound of a lock allows my body to move again. Shaking at first, I blink at how easily I nearly got outed. What in the name of the gods does this girl want!?

"Whatever it is, it can wait! Please, go away!" I snap, my adrenaline coming out in a little more than just some mild annoyance. I vice lock my jaw as my chitters get out of control. Too loud, they're too loud.

"It's important!" Neeameth insists as Rose-sweerui digs in to put her body's muscles to work. Though, I am thankful to be able to point out to her that the lock alone is enough.

"It will have to wait!" I snap again.

"Being in a room on your own with an aelenvar lover is hardly important!" Neeameth scoffs dismissively, her voice carrying the shrug she's no doubt emoted. 

"I am not here to do that or any shit like it. I need someone I can trust to look at something while I undress!" I explain, a growing desire to throw my life away for the sole purpose of smacking this annoyance.

"If you are shy about showing off your hot sword, I can promise you I won't joke about it!"

"Go away, already!" I let out with as much harshness as I can. Thankfully, she finally seems to get the message and footsteps sound off on the other side. Groaning and sighing, I throw my backside onto a nearby comfort. Clenching my core, I force my way back up and Rose-sweerui comes over, an edge still to her posture.

"So, what is it you wanted me to look at?" she asks me, a smile growing on her face. No doubt when I mentioned the word 'trust,' whatever, I suppose. Turning a bit, I show my back off. Lights flash. I guess that means I need to guess her reaction proper. A gasp, she flashed a gasp...

I settle for a subtle sigh rather than a facepalm. 

"Can you give it a look, please?" I ask, fiddling with some cloth to get this energy out of my system. I'm already undressed, so it's not like I can throw that stuff around to deal with my anxiety. One annoyance's rudeness nearly cost me my bloody life. Gods above, how am I not already treating this with enough caution!?

The lack of noise and movement on Rose-sweerui's end catches my attention. I look over my shoulder and into her eyes. They shift from mine and to whatever is going on with my back. She seems to shuffle away. I frown as a hand places itself near the sensitive parts.

"Well, what is it?" I ask, keeping my temper in check. When one paranoia starts up, the rest, without a doubt, follow on after. She finally gasps in shock.

"It's all cracked and shattered..." she explains, her fingers prodding at one such crack. I can't really discern much. All I can do is flinch. Anything more and I'd be ready to jump up and shake about.

"Ticklish...?" I mumble, unable to pinpoint an idea of what the sensation is. All I know is that I am sensitive back there for the time being.

"How... How did you get hurt like this?" Rose-sweerui asks, her body slithering around to my front so she can hold me close. Welcoming the warmth, I linger my thoughts in it for a second. Her outfit is quite soft, has that new clothes feel to it.

"I'm not entirely sure what caused it. My back has just been acting up since the animal incident. The ryphurs or whatever they are. When I covered you and Einervaene up and they started pecking at me. After that is when this sensation started happening." I explain, recalling to the best of my ability when the first load of back-induced flinches happened.

"The damage is quite precise, where it hasn't grown, anyway. It was certainly the pecking." she explains, the luxury of a mirror not being something I've been able to use thus far. At least, not when the problem has been in mind. Little hard to focus on some back discomfort when I have things like what just happened to worry about. Why am I even justifying this to myse-

"Yeah, I gathered..." I mutter, rubbing a claw along my long, tired face.

"You need to be more careful." my friend warns as her bulbs glow warmly. Eyeing the signs of her own injuries, I find myself wanting to chuckle. She backs away, unsure of how to act. Grabbing her suddenly, I crawl us up onto the bed and rest my head on the pillowy end.

"I'm the one who needs to be more careful?" I ask, visibly smiling for once as she returns the expression. She snuggles up closer and breathes across my bare chest. Doing my best to watch, she doodles something down there, possibly into the condensation. She goes back to cuddling and twists around so her back is on my chest.

"You are strong, my precious love. Not invincible." she cautions with a sigh, her hand rubbing along one of my carapace-covered wrists. Curiosity sparks within me and I relax the limb, letting my plates part enough for her to reach in. She invites the chance for new exploration wholesale.

And... Nothing comes of it. Her fingers and nails cannot evoke anything from my exposed tenders.

"Well, that answers that." I say, trying to figure out what the problem is with my back. Maybe it is because it's not meant to be exposed or is not used to touch? Like an armpit or the inside of a foot. Or, well, my older human feet. Doubt I could make my current ones evoke anything but a stomp.

"It did not feel the same?" she asks, twisting slightly to see my head. I shake it, rewarding her peculiar effort, and she rolls back into a comfortable position.

"No, not in the slightest. I guess the implication is my back is not meant to be exposed. And, with the cracks and all, any pressure is too precise. A natural alarm, I guess." I ponder as I get caught up in my head. Is it right for me to call my non-shell covered parts skin? They look like raw muscle, yet raw muscle would most certainly act up if exposed. Guess I'll never find out, what with osibindah biology being a cause for alarm at the local doctors. 

"I am not strong enough to heal you, my love. I might be able to soothe the pain or help with your recovery. But, unlike you with me, I cannot heal you. But I am unsure if that will cause you issues." Rose-sweerui suggests and I am already declining the idea.

"It will probably be best if we just let my back heal as is. No more letting animals peck me and all that." I explain, huffing at my not particularly funny humour. Rose's hands go across my arms, tenderly touching whatever she can with a lot of precision to her movements.

"If we simply leave your back alone, it may make it worse." she worriedly warns, her back grinding up closer to me. 

"I guess the best option is for you to make sure nothing is where it shouldn't be." I point out, holding one of her hands at the first opportunity. She lets out a noise of agreement and breaks out of my hold. Her grip relinquishes and she surprisingly tidies up her outfit. A pair of her fingers wiggle in succession and I sit up.

"Try to keep still. And, of course, forgive me for any problems," she sweetly explains, a finger tracing the limits of my wounds. She quickly pops off and comes back with a strong smelling item. With the familiar click of a make-up container, I blink at the mental image of my back. She better be willing to wash it off, too.

"Carefu-" I start to warn and I flinch at the first touch!