08.03.3013: First Name Basis
Summary: In the aftermath of the attack on the convoy, Sammel and Elodie ride together and chat.
Date: 3 August, 2013
Related: When the log of the skirmish on the Saimhann convoy is published, I'll link.
Elodie Sammel 


RP Room 2
A convoy to Spikka
3 August, 3013

Elodie chuckles as she hears Sammel. "It takes one to know one," she tells him as he mentions the thick head of the Hostile he's fighting. She looks around, and noting Kaedin, she sends in a call to the medics, who bring a gurnet to get the large knight up and stabilized, and into one of the convoys. After Kaedin is safely stowed away with the doctors, she looks around for the Cindravale knight that she hadn't expected to see today.

"Hey, I don't have such a thick skull," Sammel protests. "Not that thick, at least. That's my brother." It's offered a bit lightly, before he offers a quiet smile now. "Good work out there, once again," he says, as he removes his helmet now.

"I see. So, it's not a family trait?" Elodie asks, opening the visor, then tugging off the helmet as she walks next to Sammel. "Thank you. You were looking pretty good yourself," she replies, her cheeks pink at his praise. "Are you going to ride?" she gives a nod to the crawler next to them. "I promise I won't tied you down to a gurney so that you can't get out if we run into more Hostiles."

Sammel chuckles, "You know… Now that you mention it, it probably is a family trait. Although I'll always claim Niko has the thickest skull." Spoken with a grin, before he nods at the mention of riding in the crawler. "That sounds like an excellent idea now," he offers, before he adds, "And thanks for promising not to tie me down. I mean, as long as we might run into more of them, that would probably be a bad idea, right?"

Elodie grins, and hops up on the transport, leaning back against the door so that she keeps it open for him to climb aboard. "I know that you need to fight if there are more," she says lightly, and then she lapses into silence as she settles into the seat.

Sammel climbs aboard as well, putting the poleaxe off to the side now as he takes a seat too. "I do, yes," he replies, a bit quietly, before he adds, "I wonder if there were something in my armor that made them come after me. I mean there was quite often out there that I had two of them coming for me. Can't just be my charming personalty, can it?" he asks, with a smile now.

"Maybe it's magnetic?" Elodie offers with half a grin. She sets her med pac on the floor between her feet and begins going through it, straightening it and noting how much is left in it, and entering it on a data pad fixed to the inside of the lid.

"Magnetic, hmm?" Sammel replies with a chuckle as he looks around for a few moments again, then back to Elodie. "Does that mean I should check my armor for magnets when I get out of it? Sounds like hard work." It's offered a bit lightly as he watches her go through the med pac now.

Elodie grins back at him. "Then you need a squire," she replies. "So that you can order him or her to go over your armor and search for magnets." She pauses to count the dosages left for the hypospray, then types in the figure. When she's finally finished, she closes the box and keeps it lightly lodged between her feet.

Sammel considers that suggestion, before he nods a little, "You know, that doesn't sound like too bad an idea. Just not sure who we could manage to trick into something like that." It's spoken a little lightly, but still with some seriousness in it.

Elodie chuckles. "Well, you'll just have to use your charming personality to rope someone into it," she replies, her eyes sparkling. She glances to his chest and gives a shake of her head. "Should I just install a zipper for you? Make it easier to go in, fix everything, then just zip it back up again? If you're going to keep getting hit there, it might make things easier." Her hand does lift to gently trace the edge of the dent on the armor, then she looks up to Sammel.

Sammel raises an eyebrow a little as he hears that, pausing for a few moments. "A zipper? While it would be practical, I suppose, I'm sure some others, not to name any names, but they are my brothers, would never stop laughing at it. Besides, wouldn't it mess up the strength of the armor?" He offers a smile now, though.

Elodie chuckles and leans a little closer. "I meant your chest, Sir Sammel," she tells him with a wink. "The only reason I'm not tying you down is when I scanned it out there, it's not as bad as last time. I can patch you up and send you on home when get to the convoy destination. No hospital stay this time." The wearing down of adrenaline is leaving her a little silly, and the big smile she gives him as she settles back into her seat is a mixture of relief and genuine amusement.

"Ah, I see." Sammel replies, before he offers a bit of a grin, "Thanks. I think I'd go crazy if I had to go back to the hospital again this soon." A brief pause, before he adds, "But I'm glad that it wasn't as bad as the last time. Feels like it was mostly bad luck out there this time. That, and the Hostiles deciding to go two on one all the time."

Elodie settles back, letting her smile fade to a grin, but not leave completely, yet. "I didn't notice it so much… whether it was happening to other people, too, or not. I was… mostly distracted when I saw Sir Agnes take that hit and keep on fighting. I was half watching for her to go down, and trying to figure out how I was going to get out to her. But… " she sighs, and then closes her mouth and tucks her hair behind her ears.

Sammel nods a bit as he hears that, letting out a bit of a breath. "But…?" he asks, after a few brief moments of pause, sounding a little curious as he studies her now. "But what?"

Elodie shakes her head quickly. "Nothing," she says, quietly, and looks at her hands as she clasps them together in her lap. "I don't usually go out, anyways. Or, I hadn't been. I was strictly surgery, in the triage. In this case… there wasn't any triage place to stay, and… I was needed."

Sammel nods a little as he hears that, before he nods, "But you did well out there. Saved people. And managed to avoid getting attacked too. Which is a job well done."

Elodie glances up to Sammel, then back down and nods. "I guess it helps that I'm smaller than the people attacking the Hostiles." She's quiet for awhile. "I just… I can't help thinking part of it is luck, you know? That I've managed to get out and take care of people. Maybe I am being stupid, since I'm probably pretty squishable if a Hostile should happen to take a second look at me." Then she shakes herself. "So, in the surprise of seeing you, I forgot to tell you. Lord Sir Kaedin's cat has had her kittens. I haven't seen them, yet, though. I was working with Sir Jacob when I was informed, then sent here."

"Part of it might be luck, that's true. But there's a whole lot of skill involved too, you know." A quiet smile again, before he grins as he hears the news about the kittens. "She has? That's nice." A brief pause, before he adds, "You'll be seeing them soon, then?"

Elodie nods. "I will. Hopefully after we're done here… unless you'd like me to take you home and tuck you in," she offers with a chuckle. "I thought about telling you when I told you about this assignment, but the two sets of news didn't seem to mix." She pauses for a moment, then tips her head, something clicking. "Why are you here?"

"You know, that sounds like a nice idea, you tucking me in," Sammel offers a bit lightly and with a smile, before he pauses a bit at that last question. "Why I'm here? Well, Lord Saimhann sent the message to the various houses about getting some help, and I was sent." A brief pause, before he adds, "Of course, I may or may not have requested being sent, since I knew you were out here, just in case."

Elodie nods at the relaying of the request, and tucks her hair behind her ears again as she listens to him talk about being sent. When he adds maybe being requested, she looks up again, her knee pushing against his with a nudge. "Did you come here to take care of me, Sir Sammel?" she asks with a grin and mixture of half teasing and half seriously hopeful voice.

Sammel smiles now, although there's a brief pause at the nudge of knee on knee. "Well…" A brief pause, and a grin, before he adds, "Well, I did request to be the one sent here, since I knew you'd be here. So yes, I believe that's why I came."

The brief pause seems to be noticed, because Elodie rather carefully keeps her knees to herself, now. She pulls her legs together and shifts her hands around the outside of her legs to sit on them. "Well, I'm glad you came. I was happy to see you, then kind of unhappy to see you, because then I was worried you'd get hurt again, which you did, but not too badly, so I'm back to being happy to see you."

Nodding a little as he hears that, Sammel smiles a little, "I'm glad that in the end you're happy to see me, then." A brief pause, and a smile. "And I'm glad that I came, to help getting those Hostiles out of the way so you and the entire convoy were kept safe from them." A brief pause, and a smile, before he adds, "And besides, I always enjoy your company."(repose)

A little toss of her head sends the long, dark hair back over her shoulder so that there's no wisps in her eyes as Elodie looks up at Sammel. "Truly?" she asks, not letting go of his eyes once she has made contact.

Not looking away as she makes eye contact now, Sammel nods, "Yes, truly. I enjoy your company very much, Elodie."

The fact that he calls her by her given name, without 'Lady' in front of it catches Elodie's attention, and her eyes widen. It's not an expression of displeasure or bad shock, but more surprise at the intimacy it suggests. It's one thing to refer to someone by name quickly on the field in the heat of battle. Another to do so when talking casually to them. Predictably, her cheeks go pink, but she doesn't duck her head. "Thank you, Sammel," she replies. "I do look forward to the time we get to spend together."

Sammel watches that reaction for a few moments, smiling. "I'm looking forward to that as well, each and every time." He then goes quiet again, but doesn't look away for now.

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