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Different Things To Save

WHO: Lark, Noctis, Link
WHERE: Livestock Nursery, Somewhere in Eastern Temba
WHAT: Lark needs saved from monsters, and later Links tunic needs saved from stains
WHEN: Beginning and end of monster hunts
WARNINGS: N/A

I. Rescued In Time | Closed to Noctis
Earth trembles weren't so strange a thing that they immediately roused Lark from sleep when they were so... limited. She's survived a great earthquake in recent memory, so he wasn't shocked to have slept through whatever was going on now. That she'd managed to slip to the pens where the glownies were kept, where the creatures whickered with distress with something else.

Apparently she'd been lucky enough to make her way over when the Bearger was wandering elsewhere, but now she could see the thing looming in the distance.

"Oh dear," she said, her voice a touch concerned. That was... a bit larger than most things she'd had to defend herself against in the past. What was she to do?

II. What Are You Wearing? | Closed to Link
Truly this had been quite the experience, hadn't it? Monsters terrorizing the city on quite this scale was a new one for her, and Lark was a bit emotionally shaken. But she had been gotten out of the main area of risk and sent off to find her own shelter. Something she was coming out of now that the power was back and people seemed to be reporting success on the network.

"What a dreadful thing that was," she said with a sigh as she straightened herself a bit and stepped out onto the street. She needed to check in on people, be certain they were okay. And make more bandages if needed.

If only she knew where to find them.

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“Yes,” he says, because being banged around really wasn’t that big of a deal. “There was a bird deer monster. It’s dead now.”

There is so much to unpack in that statement, and she doesn't know where to start.

"I see. Well then, we should probably get going to the ships then, so you can get those clean."

"...The ships?" Link asks, because that was not where he expected any cleaning of clothes to happen. If anything, he'd thought maybe they'd go to the lake.

"Of course. That's where the laundry machines are. They do save me so much time with cleaning."

IT had been a relief to see higher technology for that end.

"Laundry machines?" Link says, curious. He didn't realise such a thing existed. What would a laundry machine be like?

Immediately, his mind pictures a Guardian at a river, using it's long spider-like mechanical legs to repeatedly dunk in a piece of clothing.

"Yes. Machines that wash and dry clothes," she agrees, leading him toward the hangar. Clearly he intended to keep following her. "I believe they work by spinning clothes through water."

Okay, now Link's picturing a Guardian dragging a piece of clothing in circles in a river, rather than just dunking.

"...With legs?" he says, as he follows her. Surely even if this machine doesn't look like a Guardian, it must have some kind of mechanical appendage that does the spinning?

"Legs? No. it seems to be a box with a large cylinder inside of it," she says. How specifically it works she isn't entirely sure, but it's fine.

"This way," she says, taking a street not blocked by newly tumbled stone.

Link frowns. A box with a cylinder? He's not sure what that's supposed to do at all.

He's going to just have to wait, and see what it is for himself. He follows Lark all the way to the ships, perfectly happy to trail along in silence.

"The creature..."

Lark shakes her head as she moves.

"Do you have a change of clothes, for while those are being cleaned?"

Link thinks about this. He doesn't really have as many clothes as he did back home. Just the things Lark has made him - which is pretty much what he's wearing right now.

"My Gerudo outfit's at the Hotel." It's still a bit chilly, but not so much that he'll freeze if he wears them for a little while.

"It was fetching, but I doubt you want it in the spring," she agrees. Note to self, make him more things.

"We'll use my ship for this pass. I have an extra robe in there that I have made."

Yes, make Link more things Lark. Link always, always wants more things.

"Which ship?" he asks, looking from one ship to another. He knows which one is his ship. But not Lark's.

"I am on the Vanquish."

Her voice was very much... disapproving over the name. She didn't like the implication, but she supposed it was not her thing to deal with.

"Ah, here," she says, catching sight of the Hangar. Her pace picks up upon seeing it. "All of the ships have the machines though. Including the two open ones."

Link does not understand the disapproval at all. Vanquish is a great name.

"Mine too?" Although Link doesn't remember seeing any such machine. Although, he also wouldn't be able to recognise one if he saw it.

It really did vary, whether something was 'good' or not.

"So far as I know, all of them. Including whichever is yours. They are near the showers."

Oh, the showers. Link nods, because that, at least, he has encountered. They'd been rather fascinating too - like a waterfall you turn on and off at will.

Then they're at the Hanger, and Link walks inside. He looks around, trying to spot not his own ship, but the one Lark mentioned - the Vanquish.

Lark smiles at the young man and moves toward her own ship.

"I tend to prefer the showers here when I can get them, though the hot springs are also nice. I just don't make use of them as much as I might normally. It's a minor magical strain."

To be overloaded is almost as bad as drained.

"Here," she says as the door of her ship opens upon her approach. "We'll just go on in. You can shower while you're here too."

Link looks down. Notices the dirt, and the blood, and the bits of broken feathers.

Oh yeah, he probably should wash too, shouldn't he?

So he nods, and follows Lark onto her ship. The layout doesn't seem too different, so it's not too hard to find the shower.

Not very different at all.

"How about you find the showers and I'll bring you my spare robe. I'll show you how the laundry works after that."

Though she will have to see about getting the bits of broken feathers out.

Link nods, and then - as is his way - runs off deeper into the ship to find the showers.

By the time Lark gets there with the spare robe, Link will already have turned on the water and jumped in - his dirty clothes unceremoniously dumped outside.

He'd never bathed this way before ending up here, but he has to admit - it is very nice. Warm water is amazing. Like a hot spring waterfall!

"I'm leaving the robe folded up just outside of the shower. Then I'll be in the hall. Let me know when you are done."

Because Link should take the time he needs.

Link almost doesn't hear Lark over the sound of the water. But he does, so he says "Okay," and then continues on with getting himself clean.

Eventually he emerges, and puts on the robe. It's nice and soft, and very well made - just like all of Lark's clothes. But since she's a lot taller than him, it is also far too big. His hands disappear into the sleeves, and the bottom of it trails along on the ground as he makes his way to Lark, with his dirty bundled-up clothes in his arms.

Once there, he looks at her with an unvoiced question in his eyes. Now what?

Yes, there was always that risk of people being small compared to her. That was something she had expected, but he won't be in it long.

"Alright then," she said, clearly suppressing a chuckle. It would be wrong to call him cute wouldn't it? Well, that's fine. She slips past him back into the room and gestures to the two large metal boxes.

"These are the washer and dryer. I had to ask others for help in learning them."

Would it be wrong to call him cute? Not necessarily. Being cute is nice. It's one of the reason he likes wearing his Gerudo Outfit, and being a vai for a while.

Right now though, Link's focused on the mysterious new machines.

"What do we do?" he says, looking at them with intense focus.

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