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YT lays down on the bed with considerable relief. It makes her hurt less, although it doesn't make her stop hurting entirely. Now that the adrenaline's draining away, taking her frantic energy with it, she feels like shutting her eyes and taking a hundred-year nap.

But she can't do that, time freeze or no. Max offered to help her and it wouldn't be fair to him. Besides, she left her plank somewhere in the Narcolumbian franchise and she's eager to get it back. Last but not least, she's afraid of chickening out if she puts this off for too long.

"So how does this work, anyway?" she asks Max. Not that she'll understand the answer or anything, probably.

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Max is already making his way toward the bathroom, "We'll need to get you into the tub. I'm not good enough to do this unless you're immersed in water."

Getting up does not sound like a fun prospect right now. YT waits until she hears the bathtub faucet going and then a couple seconds afterward before she rather painfully sits up, swings her feet onto the floor and gets herself standing on them.

She shuffles into the bathroom and looks at the filling tub, then at Max. "Do I have to drink any or does it just work from the outside?"

Max laughs, "You just need to sit in it. It's easier to work with bodies when they're surrounded by water."

YT nods and unzips her coverall - Max has seen her without clothes on before and vice versa, so it's not a big deal - trying to get out of the sleeves without aggravating her injury further. She notes that she's already growing a fine bruise on her side.

"If this is going to hurt or something, please let me know now," she requests.

"Doesn't hurt," Max shakes his head, taking a moment to give her an appreciative look. "It'll probably tire you out some. Healing takes energy whether you do it naturally or not."

YT somehow feels quite glad that she can get that particular kind of attention from Max even when she looks like she's been through a war zone (which she has, pretty much).

She climbs into the tub, which is getting close to full, and carefully settles down in the water, which is hot enough to be prickly for a few seconds but not so hot that she can't relax in it a bit.

"Okay, go ahead and do your magic thing." She flashes a grin in his direction.

Twisting the faucet to the off position Max lets a look of concentration settle over his face. "You might feel some current's in the water," he warns. "Don't worry about them."

And with that he calls Androcles into the water of the tub and reaches through the fury's senses to seek get a feel for the damage YT's suffered.

It's a good thing Max warned her, or YT would be very unsettled right now. She feels like there's a whole lot of small fish in the tub swimming by her. Some of those invisible fish are poking around her injured ribs and her ankle. Motivated partly by curiosity and partly by practicality, she lowers herself into the water a bit more and tilts her head so that her bruised cheek is under the surface. She gets the little-fish sensation there too.

"You took a couple of nasty hits," Max says conversationally as he directs Androcles to begin gently accellerating YT's natural healing capacities.

YT begins to feel intense warmth in her ankle, side and cheek. The latter two feel kind of strange as well, in a way she can't really describe. Guppy used a skin fuser on her once when she split her scalp, and that felt itchy, but this is different. "Huh," is her only audible remark on the subject.

The damage wasn't too extensive, and Max was actually pretty good at watercrafting, but he was taking his time just to make sure. Eventually, he opened his eyes and quirked an eyebrow at YT, "How are you feeling?"

YT moves around in the tub and discovers, much to her surprise, that she's not hurting anywhere anymore. But she feels like she's spent ten solid hours surfing the Ventura.

"Pretty good, actually - but a little winded." She sits up and looks at the bruise on her side, or where it used to be - it's gone now. "That's a neat trick."

"Pretty useful in the field, too," Max agrees. "Of course now you'll sleep for twelve hours solid or so, and wake up hungry, but it's faster than waiting on the body to take its sweet time."

YT sighs. "If that's going to happen, I guess I'll have to put off going back for a while. But before that, I need to draw out a map, while I remember what the place looks like." She gets out of the tub, this time without any trouble, and grabs a towel off the nearby rack to dry herself with.

Max moves out of her way, but doesn't make any move to leave yet.

Once she gets herself to a certain acceptable level of dryness, YT heads back into the bedroom - still wearing the towel - and goes to the desk. In Milliways the desks always come with a pencil and notepad in the drawer: she gets these out and starts to sketch a rough map.

There are three floors in the building she left on the other side of the Door, and it's got a central courtyard: used to be some kind of office. She pencils in the rooms and dimensions - working it through in spite of the fact that she's having trouble keeping her eyes open - and ends with putting an X in a room on the second floor and writing "we are here."

She then finds herself unable to suppress the urge to yawn and stretch, which is a little embarrassing for all that Max warned her about it.

He watches over her shoulder as she draws, and nods when she finishes. "And now, you need sleep." He offers her an arm for support. She's tough and probably doesn't really need it, but he offers anyway.

Far be it from YT to discourage Max from gentlemanly impulses: she accepts his arm with a smile.

"Max, I...well, if you're okay with it, I'd like you to stay - though I'm not going to be very much fun for a while."

Max frowns and shakes his head slowly, "I'd love to, but... I told a friend I'd meet them down in the bar soon." He shrugs a bit, "I can't seem to let people go home to dangerous situations without volunteering myself."

YT's a little disappointed, but she puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles. "That's okay. You made a promise, you gotta keep it."

"Hopefully it won't take too long. I'll probably be back in a day or two." He grins, "And then we get to go save your pretty little backside."

YT chuckles. "Well, I can spend the time thinking of a good way to do that. And a way to pay you back after." She winks.

"Oh," Max leers a bit, "I have faith that you'll come up with something suitable."

"Mm. You bet." YT leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "Whoever else you're giving a hand to is lucky to have you along. Tell them I said so."

Max turns to kiss her back. He's chuckling as he turns to go. "I'll see you when I get back."

"Good luck," YT says. "Make sure you get back in one piece or I'll be pissed." That's her usual way of saying she cares.

After Max is out the door, YT draws back the bedcovers and crawls under, squirming out of the towel as an afterthought and dropping it on the floor. She falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow and doesn't wake up for a while.

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