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SIXTY ONE ✖ VOICE & SPAM

[Friends Filter]

[Charles sounds tired - and anyone who was in the infirmary right after port ended might have noticed him hovering while people tried to help Zane - but otherwise, actually pretty okay.]

I know we're all exhausted and in need of some relaxation, but if everyone wouldn't mind letting me know you got out alright, I'd appreciate it. And if there's anything I can do for any of you, don't hesitate to let me know.

[Spam for Erik]

[Getting his telepathy back felt like he'd been unblindfolded, and while he had noticed the change immediately, in the first minutes back on the Barge, he hadn't had time to appreciate it. The focus was instead on saving Zane's life, and it wasn't until he was stable and unconscious that Charles had the time to reach out with his gift and reassure himself that they were back, they had made it out, and so had the people he cared about.

He'd checked on the kids first, reassured himself that they were in one piece and mostly in need of rest before anything else, and reassured them that he just needed much of the same before looking for Erik.

It's not difficult. His mind had almost instinctively wrapped itself around the familiar presence as soon as it had been established that Zane would be alright, and so Charles catches up to his friend as Erik's coming down from the deck, a relieved smile immediately stretching across his face as he gets his first good look at him.]

This might be the ultimate instance of the pot calling the kettle black, [Because he knows he's got some cuts on his face and other minor injuries from their time in port, too.] but you look like you're about to fall over.

[ooc: Filter includes but is not limited to the immediate X-Fam, Zane, Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Anya, Pietro, Barbara, Tony, Kelsier, the Emperor, Ivy, and even you, Felix. Basically anyone Charles is friendly with or would have reason to check up with, idk I'm always bad with these filters and end up forgetting someone. /o\

Also, feel free to spam him if you want! He'll probably be pretty unconscious for the first day and a half afterward, but will be up and around after that.]

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It wasn't even her, really.

[It was a monster. They matched. Anya put everyone in danger to go chasing after a monster. And yet.]

Anyway. I'll make it.

[She always makes it. And there's just a little bit more affirmation in it now, instead of just perverse stubbornness.]

I know. [She's a survivor. It hadn't stopped Charles from being worried - anyone could die - but it was easier to know in some ways that the people he was truly close to knew how to take care of themselves, and weren't likely to give up in the face of adversity.]

Are you in the infirmary?

I don't need it.

[It's not just stubbornness; she'd go if she did. But Ben patched her up fine, and she just wants to sleep in her own bed.]

Alright. Please let me know if you need anything.

People keep saying that to me and I have no idea what to tell them.

[She's not objecting, or not resentful, anything like that. Just...a little lost.]

[Well. This is sort of a depressing thing to have to explain.

Although maybe he shouldn't be surprised by now.]

Obviously I can't speak for everyone, [Although he assumes their answers would be pretty similar to his own.] but I meant if you need food or a distraction or for me to check on someone, a friendly ear, or even just someone to sit and listen, I'm happy to do it. This was exceptionally difficult for everyone, and if there's anything I can do to help, I'd like to be able to.

I'm not dumb. I know what the words mean. I raised the twins, I know how to comfort people.

[She's more disgruntled than actually angry; she doesn't have the energy for that, but grousing at him is actually slightly bracing.]

I just. Don't know what to ask for.

[She's alive. She's used to not being able to ask, so after the immediacy of crisis, she doesn't acknowledge possible comforts as things she needs, not even to herself. And the abundance of offers feels strange and uncomfortable in ways she doesn't understand.]

Will anything help you feel better?

I can handle myself.

[It's not so belligerent; it's an answer, maybe the answer to the wrong question, and maybe not.]

The point is, you don't have to if you don't want to.

[Her mouth quirks a little. She doesn't believe it, really, not in any internalized way, but it's still good for her to hear it. She nods.]

I'll keep that in mind.

Good.

So. Out of curiosity...do you have tea?

Of course. [Are you just assuming because he's British?

I mean, it's true, so. Maybe it's fair. B(] Do you want some?

[She's not assuming, okay, she just thought of you first.]

Someone suggested it might help my throat.

[She still sounds fairly croaky, though not as bad as the night before.]

It couldn't hurt, especially with some honey. There's some research that suggests honey might be more effective at treating coughs than most cough medicines are. [The more you know.] Would you like me to bring you some?

I can come around. If you have the time?

[Her space is her own; she isn't ready to let Charles into it.]

Of course. Come by whenever you'd like.

I'll be there in about half an hour?

[It sounds silly as soon as she says it, he's two doors away, but it gives them both time to sort themselves out, gives the tea time to...steep, or whatever.]

[Well, hey, maybe you're in the library finishing up a book or something. You never know.]

I'll be here.

[She arrives almost exactly thirty minutes later, knocks evenly.]

It's me.

[He opens the door and smiles when he sees her, pulling it open all the way and stepping aside to let her in.] Hello. Make yourself comfortable, we've probably got another couple minute or two before the water boils. What sort of tea would you like?

[His room's fairly tidy in a way that still looks lived in. Everything looks a little expensive, but comfortable, especially the arm chairs and couch. There are several book shelves, and stacks of other books on different flat surfaces around the room - a novel on the bedside table, several genetics, evolution and biology related texts stacked on his desk near several note books and loose pages of notes, a few other "fun" texts neatly stacked on the coffee table - and there are a couple other personal effects here and there. There are a few pictures of him and Raven from when they were younger, his flight suit is draped over a chair waiting to be repaired, and there's a fleece, Captain America shield patterned slanket crumpled on the couch.

It should also be pretty apparent that it's from the same house or building Erik's living in, although Charles has a bathroom attached.]

Black, please.

[Her hands and forearms are bandanged, too heavily to indicate ordinary scrapes, but aside from splits on a few fingers, lack the bulk of a cast. She wanders through the space, taking the measure of it, lingering as she scrutinizes the books. She gives the slanket a long, slightly puzzled look, but eventually elects not to ask. She finds a chair to sit in, resisting the urge to draw her knees up.]

If that's alright.

Of course. [He grabs tea bags and mugs - they're boring, white ceramic, but they're clean - and once the water boils, pours the tea and passes her one before sitting down across from her.]

Can I ask what happened?

[She doesn't answer right away. She sits with her tea, eyes down, breathing in the steam. It's a meditation pattern, albeit a subtle one, and she isn't shutting herself off, just - holding herself in. After a little while she says, not flatly or flippantly but lightly, with as little intensity as possible,]

To my hands? A thing shaped like my father buried me alive.

[It's a little easier, each time she says it. She lets the words flutter away like the ashes on the wind there.]

I knew it was counterproductive, but I lost my composure.

[Battering uselessly against the lid.]

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