Tale as Old As Time [Finished]

[yamikuronue]

Siegfried pops the bananas into the oven, measuring out flour into the mixing bowl. "Curiouser and curiouser."

[accalia]

Julie: Hmm? did you have something Siegfried?

[yamikuronue]

He shakes his head. "Hmm? No. It's just strange, is all."

[CalamityJade]

"Hense my question." Morden couldn't help but smile a little. "Though I have a couple of theories. None of which would make much sense until we look at the records."

[yamikuronue]

Siegfried makes a few loaves of banana bread; leaving two to cool, he takes the third, upending it and then reversing it onto some butcher paper, which he wraps with twine to make a pretty package with a bow on top. Then, he heads for Echo's room, knocking gently on the door.

[accalia]

The door swings open at Siegfried's knock. Echo can be seen sitting up in bed where Obsidian left him last night. Echo had apparently been sleeping, but his eyes do flutter open at Siegfried's knock.

In the daylight the injuries on Echo are really quite noticeable, a myriad scrapes and bruises on his body and a still bloody mess of his right leg. The blood is well dried and someone, supposedly Obsidian, has sutured the worst of the wound together with a set of stitches that while functional, would not look out of place on an Igor.

Echo does not respond verbally to the knock but his eyes do track the motion of the door. Echo's eyes are bright as ever, but somewhat clouded with pain

[yamikuronue]

Siegfried moves toward the bed, holding out the package. "I made you a gift. To... I'm sorry." His voice is soft, his eyes sliding off Echo to look off to the side, as he blushes faintly.

[accalia]

"Peace young one, please. This one does only what is this one's purpose is. What need of forgiveness is there for"

Midsentance Echo appears to snap awake and recognize exactly where he is and who is in the room with him.

"Owww.... this one thinks one said that one would feel that one in the morning.... If this one didn't say it then... well it would have been a good thing to say. Good morning Siegfried, how are you this morning?"

Although Echo's eyes remain clouded in pain his voice is clear and sweet, the same melodic baritone it has been since he first arrived at the house.

[yamikuronue]

Siegfried glances up at him, then away. "I am well, thanks to you I'm sure. You... didn't need to do that for me." He offers the package again.

[accalia]

Echo smiles gently at Siegfried and accepts the package, but does not yet open it.

"This one does what this one is for. If you were in need of healing, that is what this one is for. Still This one does appreciate the thought."

[yamikuronue]

Siegfried shakes his head. "You are a man, not a tool. It would be cruel to take you for granted, regardless of your ability."

[accalia]

"A tool? no. But this one's nature is to help, to heal. To refrain from doing so would be to deny one's own nature."

[yamikuronue]

"And when a man helps you, you thank him." says Siegfried, stubbornly. "Sometimes with baked goods."

[accalia]

"This one appreciates that. It is infrequent indeed when this one receives thanks for what this one does."

[yamikuronue]

"Which is wrong," he adds, continuing to be stubborn. "There's more to you than your abilities. A simple thank you is the least of what you deserve."

He takes a deep breath, then sighs into a rueful grin. "Sorry, I don't mean to be so pushy."