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Recovery [Open!!]

It wasn't often that she got injured to the point where she was stuck in the med bay for more than a day. Steven managed to do a number on her though, and there was still things inside her that were fixing themselves. Her lung was still punctured, likely because there was probably a bone or something keeping it from actually closing.

As much as that hurt, what was really bothering Nanashi was being stuck in bed. At the very least her normal schedule didn't allow for free time, even if there wasn't an entire country hinging on it. As a result, she was slightly cranky and desperate for conversation.

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"Perhaps?" Zetta grinned. "You couldn't have resisted this much gorgeous hunk of man."

But Zetta sobered after a moment, with a rare flash of insight (like a lone candle in a very deep, very dark cave full of bats). "But I like talking to you, and I probably never would have found THAT out if I had a body."

He sounded like the standard play-boy, confident in his looks. The appreciation for talking though was something she hadn't expected though. She was surprised, first because of the fact that he was admitting a fondness for her, and secondly, and even more shockingly, it was a concept that required self-reflection, however small.

She breathed to speak, but took in more air then she was able to without creating that tickling feeling in her lungs, having forgotten her state in her surprise, and went into a fit of coughing again, spraying a decent amount of blood back into her hand. "Well, you know now," she struggled between choking breaths.

Hey. It's true. He's freakin' gorgeous. Not his fault he knows it.

"Yep," Zetta said. Note he doesn't seem at all bothered by the fact that if he just stopped talking, Nanashi would stop spitting up blood. "At least there's certain... physical aspects of... things... I don't have like this, or this no body thing would be a LOT more frustrating."

This being injured thing?
She was so not used to it. 'Taking it easy'... It really wasn't all that easy.

She managed to calm down her coughs by focusing on ceasing her breath, and she tried again, more carefully this time, "I am afraid that I do not know what you mean..."

She's forgetting that almost everyone else on the ship perform certain bodily functions on a daily basis.

"Means I don't miss a castle full of subservient succubi quite as much as I would otherwise," Zetta said, with a 'why do I have to spell this out to YOU of all people Nanashi?' look.

"Perhaps knowledge of what these 'succubi' are might help me understand what you are trying to get at."

"How did you not--?!" Zetta just stared at Nanashi for a moment, before giving a shrug. "Female sex demons."

She smiled slyly, "Well, I certainly wouldn't mind some of those."

Then she remembered that, though immortal, and powerful, Zetta was not bound by the same physiological rules as she was, even when he did have his body.

She actually went a little red as she realized what he meant. "Well, of course. I forget that humans and others have to perform such tasks..."

"W--what are you thinking!?" Now he's staring at her -- both because he was amazed to see her blushing, and because what was SHE thinking?

Seriously, he was thinking S-E-X too.

No, no, Nanashi was past the sex- for now. The blush faded as she looked at Zetta rather puzzled. "You were just saying that there are certain 'physical aspects' of your body that you were grateful for a lack of, since it would make things a great deal more awkward."

"Yeah," Zetta said, bluntly. "There's hot girls on this ship, present company included. I'd have a hell of time dealing with things if I had, like, hormones and crap I couldn't do anything about."

Her eyes widened, "Oh... I thought you meant something... else."

"No kidding," Zetta said, in a 'let us never speak of this again' sort of voice.

Awwwwwwwkward.

Those were sentiments Nanashi could share. "Right..."

"So!" he said after a moment, with false brightness. "How's..." Think, Zetta, think! "How's your healing work, anyway? I mean, does your body just turn 'blood' into 'everything else'?"

That was one of the many workings of her body that she didn't understand herself. "I think it might depend. It can replace certain things, such as bone and muscle and skin. However, it cannot replace a full arm, or a full organ, unless there is something left. I do not know if the blood becomes the 'everything else' or if it speeds it's repair- or both."

"But it'd be fine if you, I dunno, you lost an arm but stuck it back on the socket?" So pleasant a thought, Zetta.

"Precisely. In fact, many young boys will do such as that to contest who is the braver or who can take more pain." She smiled, thinking of some of the young nobles and the games they would play.

Zetta made a face. "Huh. That's kinda stupid. Well, males kind of enjoy stupid."

She stifled a chuckle for fear of upsetting her lungs again. "You of all should know that, Zetta."

"Eh, I grew out of my stupid phase thousands of years ago. Or... well," Zetta said, "I got so strong that stupid stuff wasn't stupid any more."

Nanashi scoffed, "It is still stupid, you are merely allowed to get away with it."

"Shows what YOU know," Zetta said with a smug grin. "When you're anybody else, challenging the second-strongest Overlord in the cosmos is stupid. When you're ME, it's a nice morning workout."

"Detaching and then re-attaching your hand would still be stupid, however," she said with a smug smile of her own.

Zetta stopped mid-smirk.

"Yeah, point."

That went a bit far even for demons.

"So what did girl vampires do to show off or whatever?"

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