i'm guaranteed to lose my mind (maia)

To stay up through the night was certainly not a rare thing for the Healer who currently had his nose planted firmly between the tattered pages of an ancient lycanthropy book. To say Kit Emberton was obsessive would be a grave understatement -- especially when it came to his work.

The shaggy headed twenty-seven year old hadn't even noticed just how much of the night had passed in his haze, coffee coursing through his veins and theories swirling around his head. Kit had gotten into a groove of research inspired by a new patient who had only just been bitten by a werewolf and was displaying symptoms unlike any he had seen, or even heard of before. The man, fueled by the manic fervor that was the driving force behind most of his actions, wouldn't sleep until he had come to some sort of conclusion, even minor.

The grumble of his un-fed stomach brought Kit back to Earth. For a moment he sat in his office as his tired, green eyes darted around the unfamiliar spot. How had he ended up here again? Where was everyone? What time was it? A cursory glance out the front window gave him at least some answers. The streets were quiet, meaning it had to be well beyond last call at his usual haunts. The starless sky threatened to brighten up and start a new day, but instead rested on hazy darkness. Kit concluded it was early morning. Four? Five maybe. He rubbed his eyes with a sigh, wondering how he always ended up like this.

Just as he was tossing up between sleep and food, a distant knock on the door woke him from his stupor. Kit tried to get a peek at whoever was downstairs from his window, but the mystery patient waltzed right inside before he could get a peek. "Fuck's sake..." The man tossed his notes aside and made his was downstairs. Immediately he was greeted with a pile of red hair and familiar painted skin. Kit paused on the second to last step, resting his hands ahead of him on the railing. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Quite literally.

Maia’s ears were ringing, and all she could feel was the burning sensation traveling up her arm. There was a makeshift bandage wrapped around her entire left arm, and underneath it was skin slathered with burn ointment. She’d been working with the goblins in one of the smaller vaults that had been damaged during the war. Her job had been simply to maintain the shield around the goblin who’d been fortifying the walls so they could be fix. Everything had been fine until some idiot junior staff triggered one of the lingering protective wards, and caused an explosion.

She’d been flung backward into a wall, hitting her head on the sharp stone, before the sizzling stone pressed against her skin, and caused her to let out a scream so imbued with her gift that it shattered everything breakable around her, including the necklace she wore keeping her allure intact. It’d been just a blur, but she remembered being dragged out of the collapsed vault and some sort of goblin wrapping a cloth around her arm. Keening noises left her throat as the ointment did more harm than good, making her skin sizzle ominously.

The only solution was to send her to a wizarding doctor, but knowing of the Wizarding World’s prejudice of creatures, she couldn’t do go St. Mungo’s. Luckily, one of the younger goblins knew of a healer who specialized in her kind, and it was to there they were sent with a portkey. Maia almost threw up when they landed, and was held up by her goblin companion, When she knocked on the door, it opened, and she walked in, giving her companion one last look before he disappeared.

Big brown eyes tinged with a light blue focused hazily on the figure in front of her, and widened slightly. Making a soft trill of pleasure, she took a shaky step towards him. “Kit…you are…doktore hemen?” Switching back to Basque as she tried to mentally tune out the pain, she bit her lips. “Gaizki duela naiz~!” She wandered towards him and held up her arm wrapped in cloth. “It burns…Do you have snacks?” Her smile was brilliant as she envisioned him healing her up and feeding her. “You fix the little scratch, please?”

Electric eyes made their way from the distraction that was Maia Etxegarai down to the 'little scratch'  on her arm, as she had so cutely diagnosed. This little scratch was certainly worse than any he had ever classified as such, the Healer noted with a sudden realization that it might be more serious than the both of them were letting on. Kit immediately zoned in on the task at hand, fighting the mildly inappropriate thoughts that had crept into his mental space. Easier said than done.

"Let's give it look, Miss Etxegarai," The considerably taller man took another step forward so that he had completely encroached upon the petite woman's personal space. Kit took the injured arm in his hands, pressing the pads of his fingers into her skin with an ease that came with years of having to be gentle and commanding in the same gesture.

As he began to unwrap the makeshift sling that was now almost entirely covered in blood, Kit realized that Maia might like to be seated for this whole ordeal. What was it about her that was making it so damn hard to think? "Sit here," The frustration with his lack of focus was all but hidden in his tone. Kit directed her to one of the comfortable arm chairs in the lobby, not daring to let go of her arm as she sat for fear that he might even further lose his train of thought.

"What have you done to yourself this time little one?" He clicked his tongue in a sing-song voice, peeking under the cloth as he took a step so that he was practically hovering over her. "Have you put something on this?" Kit rubbed the bubbling potion from her skin between his fingers. "Verasium Poria..." The Healer mused. "This shouldn't be on open wounds," He was almost talking to himself now, diagnosing the severity of the wound.

Kit pulled his wand from the back pocket of his slacks and muttered an incantation to remove the excess blood and potion. "Reckon you're able to make it back to my office?" He held up his now free hand to help the woman up. "We will need some supplies for this number, Miss Etxegarai," Kit shot his new patient a reassuring smile, waiting to help her up.

Maia let out a little happy trill when Kit began to take care of her. She’d usually try to nuzzle against him in appreciation, but her arm hurt so bad. It was hard enough standing upright with the waves of pain began to radiate further along her body. “Hurts, Kit…” She murmured, her bottom lip trembling. Her brown eyes, that were slowly flooding with blue in her distress, were filling with water. She squeaked when he began to unwrap her arm, her free hand clutching at his shirt as she tried to pull him closer to her for comfort.

She bit her bottom lip, worrying it with her top row of teeth as she made the steps necessary to get into the comfy chair. She wavered from side to side, staring at her arm with morbid curiosity. “I didn’t do anything…” She whined softly, wincing as she flexed her arm. “There was a boom…and whoosh…” Maia bounced slightly, trying to pull away from his poking fingers. “Ow, Kit…” She clicked her teeth before baring them at him, before sighing. “…Don’t know what the goblins used…It burns, Kit…Fix it.”

When he stood, she stared at his hand in disbelief. She’d just sat down, and he expected her to get up? Rude man. Maia used her good hand and grabbed at his wrist before she stood up. She pressed herself against his side, burrowing into his warmth. Humming slightly, she got comfortable, hand gripping his shirt and tugging him closer. “Warm…Up please?” Big eyes peered upwards, lips slightly open as she tried to plead with him. She didn’t really want to walk. She wanted him to lift her up, so she let some of her allure run along the timber of her voice.

“Or you could float me. I like to fly…” She tucked herself against him and let out a loud sigh, still shivering with pain. “It is late…I am tired…” Maia let her eyes slide shut. She was just going to doze off, right?