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Wemmbu's can barely keep herself from vomiting when she enters the end. Or, well, more like when she was forced into the end. Either way, its proof that the farlands fucked her up bad- bad enough that her own damn body doesn't remember what it feels like to be in another dimension, let alone one that's actually stable.
Eggchan- she was in here for Eggchan. No- the forge- whatever, Egg's safety and location were more important than the forge right now. Than anything right now. And both of those, Wemmbu knew were false (her Eggy isn't safe if they're not with her).
There's some- stupid door trapping her within the end's spawn. For as open as the space was, Wemmbu couldn't feel more claustrophobic. It had to have been some combination of adrenaline, paranoia (she refused to call it fear), and the fatigue of entering the new dimension because she's been here before- even after... Minute had kind of technically taken over. She doesn't remember being so anxious to get out of the box.
She doesn't remember being pressed against the door, but when it opened, she stumbled forward, barely catching herself.
"Wem-" "Minute!"
She's clutching at the voidling's chestplate, knowing that she probably looks insane. But- she doesn't care! She can't really care when her (best friend? boyfr- no, definitely not) partner in crime was not with her!
"Where's Egg!? Wher-" Wemmbu swallows down a sob, her words near
incomprehensible as she continues. It's pathetic and definitely not the image she wanted for herself. She needs to know.
Minute's a steady presence against Wemmbu, barely holding her up by her shoulders. "Wemmbu, you- you need to calm down." But how could she!? The one person she's had by her side is gone and she doesn't know where! "Eggchan's fine. He's- he's helping repair my base. I found hi-" honestly, Wemmbu doesn't remember what else he said as her eyes shut with faint relief.
As such, she doesn't remember passing out, nor being brought to one of Minute's spare, still intact rooms. It couldn't have been long since she'd been brought there as, when she woke up, Egg had just finished talking to Minute.
"Oh, you're finally awake." Egg puts a light, familiar hand on Wemmbu's shoulder, which gets her to realize that she was laying on her stomach. She makes a brief attempt to sit up that quickly failed as her arms almost immediately gave out underneath her.
Her chungus wizard laughed above her, hand moving to her hair. It was honestly the best sound Wemmbu's heard in a while- well, that 'while' mostly being filled the sounds of skulls being crushed under her mace and bones cracking underneath her boots. In short: not very fun noises to have haunting you.
"You absolutely lost, like- 1000 aura for this, bro." Egg laughs out, words barely processing in Wemmbu's half awake, probably fever-ridden brain. She makes an offended scoff when they do, though making no move to dislodge his hand from her head.
"Dude," they gently shook her, the movement preventing his familiar from lulling into sleep. "I've gotta check your wounds. We don't want anything to get infected."
Wemmbu barely lifted her head to look at Egg, a barely-there smirk present on her face. "Hm.. 'we'?"
Egg huffed, dragging her up to lean against them in something resembling a sitting position. "Just let me patch you up, stars above.."
Their familiar choked back a flustered squeak, turning her face away. Methodically, Egg began unwrapping old- like, old old- bandages, cleaning long dried blood and paying special attention to injuries Wemmbu had gotten from her 1v4 against Serpentbound and his goons.
The sting from the alcohol barely came through, with how gentle he was being. It was the kind of tenderness Wemmbu wasn't used to nor thought she deserved.
"Wait- why did Minute leave?" She asked, leaning into her wizard's hand as he cleaned a reopened cut on her face.
Egg hummed softly, lingering on that cut for longer than he should have, suddenly retracting their hand and continuing with the other assorted cuts and slashes on Wemmbu. She did not mourn the loss of contact. "I don't trust him- not with you, at least." They finally said, brow furrowed in something akin to irritation.
She laughed shortly, "Really? He's not that bad, bro. We went on this whole journey together where we hunted Fantst and Baablu- well, it was more like we were hunted by them." Wemmbu huffed a small laugh out, waving her hand- the one Egg wasn't working on- dismissively. "Still- he's super trustworthy, trust me."
Egg didn't say anything, but gave her a brief, suspicious glance. It was obvious what- who- they were thinking of. Wemmbu immediately takes to the voidling's defense after the realization hit her, "Bro- I'm serious! Minute-.. he's not.. he's not like her."
It's clear Egg doesn't believe her, but- again- they don't vocalize it. Just planting a gentle kiss near a cut on her eyebrow, only slightly stinging from his- surprisingly soft- lips. It's so domestic it hurts, a tiny, barely there, whimper escaping her.
"You're so done for.." they sigh, pulling away just enough to look into Wemmbu's eye. "You're not getting your aura back from this, bro."
Wemmbu refused to admit she blushed, but she wouldn't deny that the action and words had some sort of effect on her. She still pushed him away- not harshly, a small laugh escaping her again. "Dude! You- you-" she turns away as her mind fails her with words she was never good with anyways.
Egg laughs harder- which, causes Wemmbu to laugh as well, which sends them both into a laughing fit. Somehow, at the same time, he's treating her explosion burnt arm, wrapping it with precision without even looking. Its a minor testament to how many times this exact situation has happened, and how much Egg cares for her.
Its sickeningly sweet- or maybe the disgusting feeling in Wemmbu's stomach is from the lack of eating over the past month.
As their laughter died down, Egg gently pushes her into a laying position. Actually, it was more like he put a small pressure on Wemmbu's shoulders and she just gave in, too tired from everything ever to resist.
"Okay, you can sleep now. I'm done patching you up." Egg pats her shoulder, smile widening as Wemmbu's eyes quickly close.
"Hm- okay, bro.." she chuckles, eyes barely opening to get a small look at her wizard before properly falling out of consciousness.
The angel lets his face soften, running a hand through their familiar's hair in a pet. Bending down to kiss her forehead, they sigh, "Love ya, Wemm.."