Chance Encounter As Planned (Godric)

Astrid would have probably reassured his doubt that the mess wasn't so bad if only she could somehow break this spell she was suddenly under. What else could it be, she found it near impossible to pull her eyes away from his and he drew her in just about every time they were in the same room together. He was so bloody confusing though, part of the time he was trying to get away from her and the next he was a breath or two away staring at her with a look quite the opposite of someone wanting to get away from another. 

For a moment she took note of his eyes flickering up towards her brow before coming back to her own again this time with something new in them. She swallowed down a lump in her throat, trying to make some sense of this while ignoring the sudden desire to reach up and run her hand along the front of his chest, see if it made her heart pound just as much as it had when she was held in his arms and leaning against it and if by touching him it sent his heart pounding to a similar rapid pace. How was she supposed to break free of this spell he had her under? Find out how he knew just how to wedge under her guard and armor to unsettle the stable state of her mind?

Thankfully his instructions to tilt her head back seemed to be the key to breaking whatever magic hold he had on her. Astrid tilted her head back just a bit more then shifted it towards one side so her injured left side was raised higher up. Unable to look at him without going to that odd angle from the corner of her eyes she decided to close them instead as he began to move the cloth across her face.

Maybe it was repayment for trying to reassure his doubts as now she was having some doubts of her own regarding her head injury. When someone said 'its not to bad' often times that meant it was bad and they were trying to be reassuring. She had touched it for a brief moment earlier and it hadn't seemed to bad then but maybe given it was her and not someone else she had looked over the finer points. She guiltily was like that, often feeling a need to heal others near perfectly before herself as foolish as that was. What good was a healer if they could barely stand on their own but it was just something that was part of her, needing to make sure those that came to her hurt and in pain left completely healed and happy no matter how much it took out of her. Rushing blindly head first into trouble at the slightest sign someone needed her help.

Perhaps thats why she was drawn to Godric so much. She wasn't certain but there was something there she had seen or perhaps it was more like sensed only a few times. He was injured and hurting but it wasn't something physical and it called out to her like a powerful siren song to heal him no matter the cost. But would he even want to be healed? How would she even go about healing something that couldn't physically be seen? And would he even want it healed by someone like her?

Astrid was drawn back part way through his words, catching pieces of it as he tended to her face. While it seemed like he was trying to distract her from having to be treated instead of the other way around they weren't going as positively as he may have hoped. Yes she was fiercely independent so having someone else treating her was unusual and odd as it was but his words while making some sense and good points stung at her still. Yes seeing her with a streak of blood and a few wounds would give some a sense of worry but wouldn't it also show she was strong enough to endure it and inspire them that they could too.

No what really stung was he last few words, not how she wasn't old enough to be a mother-figure which was a conflict of interest as many women her age were married and had growing families by now. No, it was how he never expected her and her mind immediately went straight away to her heritage. Right cause Vikings were supposed to be berserkers who raided, pillaged, and murdered. No good could come from people like them and even if one didn't start out life as a viking the moment the tainted poison touched you you were as good as one inside and out. Damn he had done it again, managed to get her guard down only to take such a shot at her. The sooner she could find out how he was doing that and find a way to block it the better.

Astrid opened her eyes and calmly moved her right hand up to take hold of the wrist of his hand holding the cloth to her face, stopping it where it was. She turned her face straighter and slowly pushed his hand away as she stood up from the bed. Her expression had gone almost stone like, the expressions tucked away as she stared at him. 

"Never expect me? Dare I ask who you were expecting or am I unfit to know just how many were better fitting to the position in your mind" she said before turning her gaze away. "I thank you for healing me, now if you will take a seat I can get you patched up and then off to bed. I'm sure you'll be needing your rest for your students and tomorrows lessons." 

Astrid plucked the cloth from his hand then stepped around him to walk towards the cabinet of potions. She paused a moment by the wall, undoing the clasp on the front her cloak and hanging it up on one of several hooks on the wall. She paused, muffling a groan between her closed lips as the movement cause the mild injury on her left shoulder to jolt painfully from the motion. She reached up with her other hand, mildly gripping at her shoulder until the pain stopped. It lasted only a second and she was able to quickly brush past it and lowered her hand away from her shoulder. She took her wand from the inner pocket of her cloak then approached the cabinet to collect what she would need for Godric.