Energy Zap(Please, someone join, I'm bored)

[Ginny Weasly]

"Just keep walking. Look stright ahead and keep walking. Can you do that for me, hun?" Ginny said, doothingly. Her voice was low, and she was looking at him.

[Xaver]

Xaver pried his bleary gaze off of the streetcorner, and met her eyes, blinking a few times to focus.
"I think so," he said softly, calmly, nodding his head, and looking foreword.
Just a little further. It was always only a little bit away. How long would it be, until he didn't have the strength to keep looking anymore?
Xaver cleared his mind, wrapping his thoughts in a solid, steel barrier, swatting them away, focusing on the hand holding his. Trying, with all his will, to ignore the petrifying sun.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Once we reach the next town, keep your head down, your eyes almost closed, and don't look at anyone. If we can help it, we don't want them to reconize you. Then we'll get some place to stay." Ginny told him the temporary plan so he would have something to concentrate on for now.

[Xaver]

Xaver nodded, licking his lips, taking slow breaths, focusing, and with a practiced self-control, literally slowed his heart beat. Calmed himself down. Shut away his mind, in a sense, his power, so that he would not do anything particularly stupider than he would in a normal situation. So he could remain sane, even though the heat was pushing him past his limits.
"I haven't been past that town, and nowhere in this territory, that I remember. It should be ok.."

His eyes darkened from their usual sea blue. From calm waters, to tired blue-tinted opals.
"I swear I'll be a good boy. Scouts honor."
He make a salute and a small smile, even as they entered the new town, wishing he had more of a shirt on than the layers of his own blood.
Oh, well. Beggars can't be choosers.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny stopped a passer-by, asking how to get to the nearest place to stay. While the man gave her directions, he kept glancing at Xaver, obviously noticing the blood. Ginny quickly smiled.
"Oh, he fell out of a tree." She said, dragging Xaver away then. She quicklywalked to the inn, asking for a place to stay. Thankfully, they didn't ask for money upfront. The innkeeper led them to a room upstairs, then went back downt the stairs.

[Xaver]

"A tree?" he asked, whispering in her hear, for only her hearing. "Couldn't have made it all more macho? Like.. I was nearly eaten by a large land-walking hairy octopus, or something?"

Xaver let a tiredly playful grin sweep his face, and, though he actually was using the door for support, he found the handle, and opened it for her, using his usual polite attitude as an excuse, simply worn out.

[Ginny Weasly]

"No." She said, grinnning. She walked in and nodded to him.
"Seems to be a bathroom over there. Go take a warm shower, then get in that bed ans sleep." She ordered.

[Xaver]

Xaver pretended to be hurt by this, and shut the door, sticking his tongue out at her.
"Cruel."
He looked around the room, then shivered.
"No. Definitely not warm.. I think ice cold. I don't much like the heat, and I've been in it for over two.." He yawned, and shut himself up.
He shook his head slowly, then went to her, kissed her lightly on the lips, and nodding again, slowly still, making his way to the bathroom. He waved and disappeared inside.

Like he'd said, the cold water cleared his senses, and he emerged from the bathroom, more or less, back to normal, physically. He had magically cleaned his clothes and shoes, another factor of evidence proving his better-off state. He had left his boots and socks at the bathroom door, though, not wanting to put them back on earlier than he needed to.
Once he had gotten better control of his mind, he had focused his powers onto better healing his wounds. His physical wounds. Mentally, it would be a while. Xaver hated battle. He hadn't wanted to go. It would haunt him for months.
He still didn't have a shirt. Most of his minor scratches and bruises were completely gone. There was an occasional little clean scrape here or there, but they were quickly fading away. The spot where he had been completely run through, and then 'fixed' by the other people, was still tender and bright red. Xaver had healed the outside of the wound, so to stop the severe bleeding, but whatever they had drugged him with for pain, which never had worked, either, had taken some odd effect on the wound. He had used his power to clean it, but it hurt like hell, and wouldn't go away, despite his effort. He traced a finger over the exit pink, fresh scar, clamping his teeth shut to hold back a wince at even that slight touch.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny glanced up at him from the chair she sat in. She didn't say anything, only pointed with one hand at the bed, and continued reading th newspaper she had asked for.

[Xaver]

"I don't need sleep," he muttered stubbornly, though even as he spoke, moving. "I dunnumbwth..."

Xaver flopped onto the bed, though carefully, spread eagle on his belly. He lay still for a moment, then brought a pillow under his head, wrapping his arms around it, his face turned toward her, his eyes already closed. He sighed heavily.

"Thanks for coming.." he said softly, half-asleep, though he wouldn't admit it.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny looked over the top of the paper again, this time smiling.
"Why do you do that?" she asked, shaking her head.

[Xaver]

"Why do I do what?"
He slowly pried one eye open, looking at her curiously, fighting down and swallowing a yawn, content with just laying there.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Thank me. You don't have to you know. If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be." She watched him, one eyebrow raised. She stood, putting the paper down and walked over. She sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his hair.

"Just go to sleep."

[Xaver]

"Because," Xaver said, the tension that had been forcefully strung around him the last few days easing slightly. "You're someone for I'll always be thankful."
He looked up at her, his cheek against the crook of his elbow.
"I've spent years being forced to be 'thankful'. Being made to think I was. It wasn't until I met you, that I actually figured out there were things to be thankful for. And that I could find myself thankful, on my own will. I thank you infinity times."

He smiled slightly, his eyes drooping tiredly, bird-like.

"And I know you wouldn't. It just worries me that someday you won't want to."

[Ginny Weasly]

"Well stop worring. Unfortantly for you, I'm sticking around." She said, tapping his cheek. She folded her hands in her lap and smiled at him.