"Potions. Really." Elaine folded her arms, shifting her weight to one hip as she sized the wizard up, her gaze lingering on his swollen and bleeding face. "I can't tell if you really believe that, or if you're just trying to be macho right now."
It also might be that he wanted to avoid her, but if that were true, she didn't think he would have bothered pursuing her so relentlessly through the streets. Certainly it would have been easier to let him head back to his hotel room and leave the past in the past for good, but she wasn't sure that was such a good idea. Someone had just tried to have him killed. She was willing to bet his room wasn't going to be the oasis of healing he seemed to think it was.
And the possibility of a Cleffa hanging out on Mouse's head was very high indeed.
"Tell you what," she dropped her arms. "Why don't I walk you there, you get your potions, and we go to my hotel room. I can guarantee there won't be any assassin Greninjas lurking in the bathtub."
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It also might be that he wanted to avoid her, but if that were true, she didn't think he would have bothered pursuing her so relentlessly through the streets. Certainly it would have been easier to let him head back to his hotel room and leave the past in the past for good, but she wasn't sure that was such a good idea. Someone had just tried to have him killed. She was willing to bet his room wasn't going to be the oasis of healing he seemed to think it was.
And the possibility of a Cleffa hanging out on Mouse's head was very high indeed.
"Tell you what," she dropped her arms. "Why don't I walk you there, you get your potions, and we go to my hotel room. I can guarantee there won't be any assassin Greninjas lurking in the bathtub."