Emma hated seeing Sarai hurt. She was the strongest person she knew – male or female – and she knew that if Sarai was harmed, her foe must have been very formidable. But she was glad that Sarai had returned to her, even if she was a bit worse for wear. Every wince, or grunt of pain cut into Emma’s heart deeply. Once Sarai was settled in the tub, Emma got to work, gently washing her dirty skin and hair. She drained the bathtub once and refilled it with clean, hot water to make sure that Sarai was as clean as possible.
Once Sarai was washed, her hair clean and rinsed, Emma sat on a stool behind Sarai and massaged her neck and shoulders to help her relax. “If you like, we’ll get you a new wardrobe…and no dresses, I promise.” She knew that Sarai wasn’t the kind of woman to wear a dress – she didn’t even want to wear one for their wedding – and Emma was fine with that; pants looked wonderful on her anyway.
After a time, Emma helped Sarai from her bath. Once Sarai was dry, she escorted her to their room where she tenderly and carefully saw to Sarai’s wounds. With careful stitching, she made sure that the wounds were cleaned and closed before she wrapped them carefully. “There…If the wounds are pink and warm tomorrow, we’ll go to a professional healer and get them tended.” For now, this would do, unless Sarai thought otherwise?
▲ I am a strong woman [My strength is not my muscles
It was not a pleasant experience to be in the bath at first. The moment Sarai's wounds made contact with the water, she felt a stinging sensation in her injured arm and leg. However, she did not jump out of the water. She continued to dip herself into the water despite the pain. Emma did not waste time washing Sarai of every bit of dirt and bloodstain on her body. Sometimes the guard winced softly whenever one of her wounds were touched. Hopefully Emma did not take notice. The last thing Sarai wants is for her spouse to see her in pain. She had to get out of the tub once so the water can be drained and replaced. During that time, she looked at the arm and leg that were hurt in her fight with the black hooded soldier. They serve as a reminder that she has to get better, especially against targets who constantly keep her at bay. Perhaps she needs to get better with using long range weapons, especially since she only carried a sword with her this time. She also did not use her raiment, although it would not have been possible to use it at the time since all she was able to do was dodge and deflect. Now that Sarai is washed and out of the tub after the second rinse and sitting down, Emma sat behind her and started massaging her neck and shoulders. Several deep breathes from the guard suggests that the massage is relaxing her. One day they will go shopping for clothes, even if Sarai has to take a day off from the barracks to do it. When the massage was over and Sarai put on a long cloth to cover her, she walked with Emma out of the bath and to their room. Her spouse proceeded to tend to her wounds. Unlike the bath, Sarai did not wince or grunt. Stitching is something she got used to back in the early days when she was with her tribe and to this day whenever she injures herself or gets injured in some way. As soon as the stitching and bandage wrapping was over, Sarai stood up and lifted off her feet, carrying her like a bride despite her injuries. Emma may see this as Sarai being dumb, but the latter really wants to show how happy she is being home. With Emma's face close to Sarai's, she shared a kiss for a few seconds before saying,
"I hope I never have to spend more days without you, because I love having moments like this with you."
///BASICINFORMATION
NAME ▲ [Sarai Kuuma]
AGE ▲ [24]
GENDER ▲ [Female]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Gold]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [Red]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [Short]
HEIGHT ▲ [5’2]
WEIGHT ▲ [138 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Bisexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [Polynesian]
/(Nor is it my skills)▲▼(But the heart of a warrior within)
Emma was and wasn’t surprised by Sarai’s actions as she lifted her up into her arms and carried her like a bride. Sarai was one to show her strength and given that she’d been injured, it was likely that Sarai was reinforcing the fact that she wasn’t that badly hurt. Holding on, Emma gave her one of those ‘oh really’ looks but accepted her kiss happily.
“I’m still irritated…but I’m glad that you’re home and safe.” It was a complicated emotion. Emma loved Sarai more than anything and the last thing she wanted was for Sarai to leave for a battle and not come home. Cupping her love’s cheek, she sighed and rested their foreheads together.
“I love you with my whole heart, Sarai. So, be sure to always stay safe okay?” She asked, feeling a bit better than she had before. Giving her wife a kiss, she stroked her cheek. “Now, put me down before you pop your stitches. Are you hungry? It’s past lunch time…” Her own stomach was grumbling, and she actually had an appetite after several days of scarcely eating anything out of worry.
▲ I am a strong woman [My strength is not my muscles
Sarai is feeling somewhat in pain from lifting Emma, although she is good at hiding this with her confident grin. It is great to be back home. Her wife is not totally happy at the moment, which Sarai understands completely, but they remind each other that they still love one another. Sarai will take it easy as she recovers. Hopefully that will put Emma more at ease and gives Sarai the opportunity to spend more time with her. The 2nd lieutenant gently placed Emma back on her feet after she asked her if she wanted something to eat. Sarai is not starving since she made sure to eat just enough during the journey to Fogteeth and the journey back to the city. She has not eaten today because she wanted to enjoy Emma's cooking, but she does not eat plate after plate of food to sustain her. However, her wife's stomach grumbling suggest that she has not been eating well the past few days. Today may be the day that she eats more than Sarai during mealtimes together.
"I'll eat only if you join me for the meal. I don't believe you have been eating well since I have been away."
///BASICINFORMATION
NAME ▲ [Sarai Kuuma]
AGE ▲ [24]
GENDER ▲ [Female]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Gold]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [Red]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [Short]
HEIGHT ▲ [5’2]
WEIGHT ▲ [138 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Bisexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [Polynesian]
/(Nor is it my skills)▲▼(But the heart of a warrior within)
Emma arched a brow and pierced her lips together at Sarai’s comment, giving her one of those, ‘and who’s fault is that?’ looks. “You would do well not to chastise me, my love. If I haven’t been eating well these last few days its because I was too upset and worried about you.” She said, lightly poking at Sarai’s chest as she spoke.
“In any case…put on some fresh clothes, brush out your hair and come downstairs. I’ll go make something for us to eat.” Emma said, giving Sarai a loving kiss despite her words and tone. “Don’t keep me waiting, or you’ll regret it.” She said with a wink, lightly slapping Sarai’s bottom before she headed out of their room and downstairs to the kitchen.
Luckily for them, there was plenty of the beef stew she’d made for the lunch rush left over as well as some freshly baked bread. Cutting up several slices of bread, she buttered the pieces and placed them on a plate while she filled two large bowls with the delicious stew. Settling everything on the bar, Emma poured two cups of tea before taking a seat. She waited for Sarai before she began eating, her appetite back with a vengeance.
▲ I am a strong woman [My strength is not my muscles
Sarai's intention when she talked about Emma's appetite was only to show the former's concern for her wellbeing. However, the latter sort of rebuked her for talking about her hunger. For the past few days, Emma has been too worried to eat well. Sarai had to eat while she was on her journey to Fogteeth to sustain herself and have enough energy to fight. Its not something so egregious that she has to apologize profusely. It was simply a poor choice of words for the situation that they are in. As soon as Emma left, Sarai sorted through her wardrobe for something decent to wear. She definitely has to go shopping for new clothes and hopefully they will be durable. When she found something decent to wear, she changed into those clothes and made her way to the bar area where Emma has set up their lunch. She gave her a soft kiss on the cheek before sitting across from Emma.
"It is so good to be home with the most incredible woman sitting across from me."
///BASICINFORMATION
NAME ▲ [Sarai Kuuma]
AGE ▲ [24]
GENDER ▲ [Female]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Gold]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [Red]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [Short]
HEIGHT ▲ [5’2]
WEIGHT ▲ [138 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Bisexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [Polynesian]
/(Nor is it my skills)▲▼(But the heart of a warrior within)
Emma hummed at the cheek kiss Sarai gave her. Despite her irritation at her wife, she was happy to have her home safe and sound. Watching as Sarai took her seat, she took a bite of her food and sighed happily, her stomach finally calming down after days of turmoil. Her anxiety and nerves made her stomach flip and twist which was highly unpleasant. It was just nice to be at ease after being so stressed.
“Flatterer…Eat up…I want you to eat every bite, no complaining. You were injured and you need to heal and recover.” Emma said with one of those caring, yet chideful tones that meant that she wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer because it was for Sarai’s own good. “After the meal, I want to spend some quality time together, alright? I want to make up for lost time and you should have at least a day or two off to recover, right? Well, we’re going to spend that time together…”
▲ I am a strong woman [My strength is not my muscles
Sarai scooped up some of the stew that is in front of her using one of the buttered breads and bit into it. There was no doubt in her mind that whatever Emma cooked, it shall be delicious. This stew is no exception. As far as complaints go, there is none to be mentioned from Sarai. Whatever gods that have blessed the two of them, the lieutenant is grateful that they are being this kind. Over the next few days, she will be recovering not only from her injuries, but making up for lost time. After a few more bites of stew and bread, she responded to Emma's request to spend quality time together.
"Nothing could make me happier than spending precious time with you. Are there any plans you have for today once we are done eating?"
///BASICINFORMATION
NAME ▲ [Sarai Kuuma]
AGE ▲ [24]
GENDER ▲ [Female]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Gold]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [Red]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [Short]
HEIGHT ▲ [5’2]
WEIGHT ▲ [138 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Bisexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [Polynesian]
/(Nor is it my skills)▲▼(But the heart of a warrior within)
Emma sighed and shook her head slowly. Truth be told, she was just tired. She wanted to rest and cuddle close to Sarai, resting in her arms for as long as humanly possible. While Sarai did need new clothes, it wasn’t as high on Emma’s priority list as cuddling and kissing her beloved. Leaning into Sarai a little, careful of her wounds and such, she closed her eyes.
“I just want to snuggle into you and have you hold me close.” Emma said turning her face up toward Sarai’s. “Although, later I’m going to send you out to get us something to eat, something special, while I take a nice hot bath.” Emma said with a grin, kissing Sarai’s shoulder. “Sound fair?” Going out for groceries wouldn’t be too strenuous on her lover and she knew that Sarai wouldn’t mind.
Finishing up her meal, Emma sighed happily and leaning into the bar. Rolling her neck a little bit, she frowned. “Once youre done, lets head upstairs, Im feeling lazy and sleepy.” If Emma had her way, a long nap was in her future.
▲ I am a strong woman [My strength is not my muscles
Emma's current state of mind and body is not equipped to spend hours wandering around the city, something that Sarai prefers doing instead of staying indoors. However, she has no issues remaining inside since that is what her spouse requests, not to mention that the two of them should spend the rest of the day in recovery. Emma did also request Sarai to go out later to acquire food for them to eat later, something special the former said. Food is not one of Sarai's strengths, usually having to rely on someone else who understands flavors better than she does. That usually means she takes a trip to the bakery and talks to Roselyn. In response to Emma's requests, Sarai smiled and nodded twice, both acknowledging and accepting what the former asked her to do. When the two of them finished eating, Sarai assisted Emma by taking the empty tableware and cutlery to the kitchen for cleaning. Afterwards, she returned to her spouse and lifted her off the ground, not caring once again about her own injuries as she carried her to their room. Once inside, she laid her on their bed and rested beside her.
"Now you may rest. And I promise I will be here when you wake."
///BASICINFORMATION
NAME ▲ [Sarai Kuuma]
AGE ▲ [24]
GENDER ▲ [Female]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Gold]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [Red]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [Short]
HEIGHT ▲ [5’2]
WEIGHT ▲ [138 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Bisexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [Polynesian]
/(Nor is it my skills)▲▼(But the heart of a warrior within)
Emma giggled lightly as Sarai lifted her up into her arms to carry her up the stairs and to bed. Emma gave orders to her staff to ‘hold down the fort’ while she and Sarai were upstairs resting – she had full confidence in her staff to oversee everything in her absence, thankfully. Shaking her head a bit at Sarai, she sighed. "You are supposed to be resting, my love…Not carrying me around like a Princess." She chided lightly as they walked down the all toward their bedroom.
Upon being placed in bed, Emma sighed happily, already feeling tired and sleepy. "Good…I missed having you here with me, Sarai…I don’t sleep well without you." She said even as she rolled on her side to cuddle into Sarai. Breathing in deeply, she hummed happily. "I love you…" Wrapping her arm around her beloved, Emma closed her eyes and settled in. Minutes later she was sound asleep, happily napping in her beloved’s arms.
It was almost two hours later when the sound of an explosion startled Emma out of her restful sleep. Screaming in alarm, her hand going to her chest in fright, Emma sat up in bed, her eyes wide with alarm. "S-Sarai?" Emma stammered, immediately looking toward her beloved wife in alarm, her heart racing. Was it the extremists again? Was Eoana under attack?! NO. It wasn’t fair! Sarai had just returned from battle! She couldn’t rush into another injured! But Emma knew that injured or not, Sarai, as the First Lieutenant of the City Guard, would do her duty to defend the City.
Swallowing hard, Emma clung to Sarai for a moment, fear coursing through her. "Go…I know you need to…I’ll be alright here just…be safe, and come back to me." Emma said desperately, cupping Sarai’s cheek before giving her a loving kiss that conveyed everything that she couldn’t say to the love of her life.
▲ I am a strong woman [My strength is not my muscles
Sarai can finally rest after a long arduous journey that did not leave her unscathed, a bit of scolding from her spouse that ended with a delicious home-cooked meal, and reassurance that their love for each other still remains strong. It did not take long for the two of them to sleep in each other's arms, but their rest seem to end just as quickly when an explosion woke the two of them up. It gave Emma quite a fright while Sarai became fully alert. Is this another attack on Eoana? It could not be the extremists...right? They just finished off most of the remaining remnants of that group. At least, that is what Sarai believed. Her former captain did talk about his suspicions about a certain individual...could he be the cause? This question, among others that were running through her mind, will have to be answered later. Right now her priority is to save those in trouble, find out what is going on and handle the threat. She got out of bed and got dressed for battle. Her armor is not combat ready, so she will have to use leather over cloth and be more cautious. Her arm and leg have not healed, but she does not have a choice. She hoped that Emma understood that going out there to fight is what Sarai has to do, and fortunately she did. Their loving kiss and Emma's parting words are reason enough for Sarai to make sure that she comes back alive. With a nod and confident grin, she departed from the tavern with her sword in hand and looked around for the source of the explosion. She quickly pinpointed the location and made her way to City Hall.
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///BASICINFORMATION
NAME ▲ [Sarai Kuuma]
AGE ▲ [24]
GENDER ▲ [Female]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Gold]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [Red]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [Short]
HEIGHT ▲ [5’2]
WEIGHT ▲ [138 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Bisexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [Polynesian]
/(Nor is it my skills)▲▼(But the heart of a warrior within)
