audette rousseau

Oh, how delighted Audette was to see the dull facade of her apartment building! Although she made some effort to appear...put together, the ballerina couldn't deny that the encounter within the alleyway had shaken her to her core. Though the woman knew of the damage her companion could cause, those screams still echoing within her memories, a part of her trusted him. He had, thus far, kept her safe and that was something she appreciated, even from a complete stranger. It was with this in mind that Audette invited her companion inside her quaint little apartment with the insistence to fix up his arm correctly. Thankfully, the man hardly seemed inclined to argue with her as he trailed after her and into her small living room. Her instructions to sit were obediently followed as Audette disappeared into the bathroom. Diligently, she searched through her cabinets for the first aid items she knew were there. After all, as a dancer, Audette often suffered her fair share of injuries in the pursuit of her craft. She hardly made her companion wait long, however, before she returned, arms filled with her finds.

Carefully, Audette arranged the items she required upon her coffee table, her blonde locks falling around her features as she did so. In her own attentiveness to her task at hand, the French fae was altogether oblivious of the man's observation of both her slender fingers and her fragile features. Rather, it was the teasing lit to his voice that drew her clove colored irises upwards, a warm simper near immediately brightening her features as she so effortlessly returned his jest. Audette, after all, was entirely aware of how she might appear to her neighbors - the strange French girl who disappeared for hours on end during the day, only to return late at night by herself evening after evening. His smirked observation, however, hardly prompted much consideration within the young woman, her head simply shaking ever so slightly as she picked up a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "Non, I just moved to your country. I am a bit lacking on the...er..friendship..and maybe the English." She commented, giggling at her own struggles to perfect what she was certain was an exceedingly complicated language. Nevertheless, Audette was more than delighted to introduce herself to her companion, the girl entirely taken aback by the French she was received in return.

"Ah! Vous parlez français! Magnifique!" (Ah! You speak French! Magnificent!) She responded near immediately, her features visibly brightening at the sound of her native tongue. He was the first, to date, to speak to her in that language she so treasured, the very sound of those syllables almost endearing the woman to him all the more. Nevertheless, she could hardly ignore his wound when it so required tending to. The bottle of alcohol dangled innocently from her fingertips as she held it up for his inspection. His suggestion of a proper drink, however, saw her head tilt to the side in consideration. "I do have a Pinot Gris should you survive." She teased, offering him some sort of incentive if he should desire it. Audette's gaze trailed after Kit's own as he eyed his arm, only to brace himself. His lighthearted efforts prompted a small simper upon her lips before she reached up, one hand gingerly undoing his wrapped bandage, only to further inspect the wound. "Ready?" She inquired, waiting for some sign from the man before tipping the bottle of alcohol ever so gingerly, the girl letting the substance bubble around his bullet wound as it cleaned. She watched as the alcohol turned pink, spilling onto her hardwood floors and yet, she could clean that up after he was tended to. The ballerina hardly beset him to the treatment for long, however, before she placed the alcohol down on the table, only to pick up the gauze and fresh bandage. It was probably not how a bullet wound should be tended to but...the girl was doing her best with what she knew.