Rue moves slowly closer and closer to the bed. He doesn't realize that he's right at the edge of the bed until it occurs to him that he should be careful not to get close enough for the Nightmare Guardian's aura to make him weak again. His eye widen as he realizes that he can't sense any energy off the prone figure. His wigs flap rapidly, his easily flustered nature making him fear the worse. Not wanting to get within arm range he instead places his hands on the edge of the bed and shakes it slightly. “Um, um, Mr. Nightmare? Hey, are yo okay? I can't feel anything, are you okay?” The long string of inquiries go on for several minutes until a groan from Seishu makes him flutter backwards, startled.

Seishu groans as he feels his body being jostled. [i]'Yeah, yeah, let's shake the pitiful wretch invader. See if that helps!'[/i] Groaning he opens his eyes slightly and looks for the source of the annoyance. Spotting the little bite fluttering several feet above and to his left he groans again and closes his eyes.. This time however, it's quite obvious what the cause is. [i]'Why won't it just leave me be?'[/i] With a sigh Seishu flexes his muscles a bit to see if he has indeed been cared for better than before. [i]'The pain is a lot less, so I'm guessing they found some drugs. Drugs can be very good'[/i] A faint throb in his leg reminds the Nightmare Guardian that he did some of his own old school healing, and that he's more than likely gonna feel out of sorts for a while, even without the drugs.

“Hey, hey, are you okay? I can't feel anything off you mister.” Cracking his eyes open again Seishu rolls them and bats at the white figure hovering several feet directly above him.

Rue flies backwards, ducking to the side a bit. Seishu glances at the clothes now neatly folded next to him and snorts. Opening his eyes fully he looks up at the fluttering minion. “Oi, Little Bite. Mind finding some pants that aren't going to scrape against my nice fresh burn like sandpaper on an open wound? Some slacks maybe, or even better, sweats.” The little guy nods and darts off through the still cracked open door. Seishu takes the opportunity to carefully push himself into a sitting position. He just manages to pull the pile of clothes to him when the fairy boy reappears with a pair of dark blue sweat pants. Giving the boy a smile he holds his hands out for the clothing, however Rue doesn't move. His smile drops. “Listen Little Bite, I'm not going to eat you if that's what you are worried about. Now hand over the leg coverings.”

As Seishu wiggles his fingers in a 'gimme' motion Rue seems to startle out of a trance. A dark flush appears on his cheeks and he moves just close enough to hand off the pants, then retreats a few feet. “M'sorry, it's just, I didn't know you could, I mean of course you could, but I've just never seen, and I'm a dream minion, and you were so mad. . . .” As he rambles it's slow to register just what he's talking about. When finally it dawns on him the injured man begins laughing lightly, causing Rue to fall silent, staring.

Wincing as the laugh makes his stomach wound unhappy he looks over at Rue with another smile. “Yes Little Bite, I [b]can[/b] smile, and when I'm home, I do it often. This place is very unpleasant for me. . . .” He looks around for a moment, glaring at the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Thankfully someone had the sense to make sure the overhead lights were off when they left. [i]'You know, I think. . . .'[/i] “Heh, but don't get use to me smiling. I'm fairly sure it's the drugs the doctors gave me that have silenced that angry little voice in the burning inferno known as my temper.” Rue nods vigorously. Seishu's eyebrows furrow as he stares at the boy, trying to figure out who he reminds him of. However he gives up quickly as the muddle in his brain only gets worse. 

With a sigh he motions the boy closer with a finger. When he complies Seishu looks to him with a faintly pathetic look. “I'm sore. Help me get these on.” Rue stares wide eyed for a full minute. Seishu is about to growl at him when he flutters a little bit closer and settles on the bed. Scooting a little closer he reaches out and genitally takes the t-shirt from Seishu. He looks at it for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to get it on the Nightmare Guardian’s left arm without it hurting too much. With a little trial and error they manage to get the shirt on without Seishu's temper flaring through the drugs. Once it's in place Rue sits back with a smile, glad he could help. However his victory is short lived as the Seishu says, “Okay, that was the easy part. Now for the pants.” Rue flushes bright pink and gives the Guardian a pathetic look.

They stare for several seconds, but Rue eventually concedes. Seishu smirks and peels off what he can of his pants before the act would require bending at the waist. Rue moves in and works quickly but carefully, his whole body lighting up as he tries to pretend to ignore the fact that Seishu doesn’t wear undergarments. The Guardian hisses slightly as his burn scraps against the slightly rough fabric of his replacement leg-wear. Rue mutters and apology and in no time Seishu's fully dressed. With a sigh he settling back on the bed, scratching around the collar and waistband. “With all the stuff he can make to wear, he chooses this rough stuff. I'll never get that fool.” A faint snort draws his attention to a slightly upset looking Rue. 

Seishu gives him a 'What do you expect?' look and rolls his eyes. Rue gives a deep disappointed sigh and looks away. The two are silent for several minutes. The the dream minion looks up at Seishu's legs and mumbles something to himself. Seishu raises and eyebrow. “Something about my legs bother you Little Bite?”

Rue jumps slightly. He feels a little odd about this new nickname the Nightmare Guardian's given him, but since he doesn’t feel bad about it he accepts it without question. Instead he motions towards the Guardian's leg injury and says, “I saw, well, at least a dozen scars on your legs, and even more on your upper body. When we heal here, there are no scars.” He cocks his head tot he side inquisitively. Seishu can see where he's going, but let's the boy ask his question. “Does everybody over there scar like that? Can't you heal without scaring?”

Seishu nods slowly, looking thoughtful. “Yes, we can heal without scars, and for the most part, I do so.” His brows furrow, running a finger over a long thin scar on his left arm. “However, when one of you guys get me good, you know, in a way I respect. . . . Or when I make a boneheaded mistake, getting hurt in the process and need a reminder to never make it again, I let it scar.” He smiles at Rue. “They remind me that I've always got more to learn, and to never underestimate you guys.” His face darkens, thinking of how he should have looked harder in the other direction. Seeing the sudden change in mood Rue settles in a chair near the bed and starts rambling about whatever come to mind, trying to distract the Guardian from his dark thoughts.