Getting into trouble with Ben

[piwakawaka]

Now New Zealand has its fair share of cowboys just they work on stations and Tiwa's got a few in her family.

So it wasn't too hard to find some old fashioned boots, very dusty jeans and a shirt borrowed from an uncle, she has her own oilcloth hat since you just have these things.

She's positioned herself at a table and doing her best to not look as excited as she is, the look in her eyes sort of betrays that a bit.

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[piwakawaka]

"When are you not working?"

The infirmary is an infirmary and Tiwa pokes around a bit, only briefly distracted by cool future stuff and finds what she needs,

"Off with your jacket and shirt, needs to be cleaned."

[almosthonorable]

Smirking, "When I'm here."

His expression sobers once they're in the sterile room, and Ben unties the cloth from his arm, then removes his jacket and shirt.

"You patch folks up on your side of the door?"

[piwakawaka]

She starts cleaning it with antiseptic gently,

"Might have a time or two, one of my brothers and also a friend are training to be knights and they play rugby."

[almosthonorable]

Looking straight ahead, he stifles a wince.

"Rugby?"

[piwakawaka]

"You're allowed to act like it hurts since I know it does. Yup, footie, Tane and Liam are both pretty good."

She's trying to be quick and efficient but its a worrisome wound.

[almosthonorable]

"'Fraid I ain't familiar with that one."

He grits his teeth against the sting while she works, letting out a slow breath when the bandaging is secure.

(He's had worse; he'll see worse again, he's sure.)

"That wasn't half-bad, Little Miss Magic."

[piwakawaka]

"You'll see when you visit sometime, you might actually be pretty good. I'm glad you approve, Mr. Infamous Outlaw."

His nose gets a kiss as the bandage is all fixed up,

"Guess probably should do the same to mine."

[almosthonorable]

He blinks in surprise at the kiss, and he's more than happy to trade places with Tiwa.

Surveying the antiseptic and bag of cotton balls while she uncovers her wound, his eyes light on a stack of sterile bandages.

"Self-adhesive," he reads aloud to himself, picking up one and opening it.

He sticks it to the forearm of one sleeve experimentally.

"Huh. Ain't that a trick."

[piwakawaka]

Tiwa giggles at him, he's so adorable sometimes,

"Don't keep it on there too long, it'll leave gunk behind."

[almosthonorable]

He waves his arm, more than a little surprised the bandage is staying put.

"Wonders of modern medicine, I reckon."

He leaves the bandage where it's at for the moment and steps closer to carefully apply antiseptic to the graze Tiwa suffered earlier.

Just before the cotton ball touches her skin, he glances up.

"Sorry if this stings, Miss Tiwa."

[piwakawaka]

Its really hard to not keep giggling when he does that so they're a little quieter and she says,

"I'll be good, no worries."

And she is, she might clutch the bed for a moment but that's the only sign of her hurt.

[almosthonorable]

He works as fast as possible (quick hands, this gunslinger), and applies a fresh self-adhesive bandage.

"There we go. We're almost even now, I'd say."

He steps back and tips his head toward her.

"I still owe you for pullin' my hide outta the fire back there."

[piwakawaka]

"I figured you'd planned ahead better."

She gives him a look, its one of her Mum's as she stands up,

"Please tell me that you don't get shot every job."

[almosthonorable]

He has the grace to look contrite.

"Not every job, no."

Just most of them.

[piwakawaka]

"You need to stop doing that, not good for you. Now come on."

She takes his hand and heads back to the Bar where food, warm soup with bread and a whiskey for him and tea for her appear,

"Now do the men who are usually beside you take anywhere near as good care of you?"

[almosthonorable]

He takes a seat, ignoring the flash of dizziness that accompanies the movement, and reaches for his whiskey.

After a sip, he goes for the spoon; that soup smells like heaven in a bowl.

"Can't say anyone does quite what you do, little 'un."

[piwakawaka]

Tiwa eats, watching him carefully as she digs in,

"Tell me about them. I want to know who's hands I'm leaving you in."

[almosthonorable]

"Well, uh -- "

He puts down his spoon and rubs at the back of his neck, mostly hiding the wince that accompanies the movement.

"I ain't quite put together a new outfit yet. It's just me at the moment."

[piwakawaka]

"Ben Wade, then you're not to rob any more banks until you have back up. I want your promise. And don't do that if it hurts."

[almosthonorable]

"Miss Tiwa, you ain't got any reason to worry 'bout me."

He fixes her with his best all-business face.

"I been doin' this a long time -- I'm just sorry you took a hit today."

[piwakawaka]

She just meets that face with one of her own, her eyes are just a tad older,

"Thank you for being sorry, but I'd rather you didn't get hurt again. If you've been doing this a long time, you should know how not to be stupid."

[almosthonorable]

"I'm never stupid."

He picks up his spoon and points it at her for emphasis.

"Reckless, maybe, but not stupid."

(That's a lie; Dan Evans is living dead proof of that.)

[piwakawaka]

"Just because you think it, doesn't make it the truth. Reckless is fine, I tend to fly and think later but you should know better."

The spoon is eyed by Tiwa before she tosses a roll at him.

[almosthonorable]

He catches the roll, more out of instinct than anything.

" -- you're throwin' bread at me now?"

[piwakawaka]

"It might help you listen. You're worse than my brother. I just don't want you to get shot or caught or anything stupid like that when I know you know how not to."