The Nurse and the Midwife

I need to take you in real slow
Dying on your lips is how I wanna go

It's fucking hot.

Bart has traveled all this way for one reason and one reason only, and the heat is making it difficult to focus on that end goal when all he wanted to do when flying in on the skyboat was throw himself overboard into the Stonesong for a bit of relief.

Once he's actually in Sidhe Village it's easy to have people supply him with information. Armed with a name and some directions, Bart grumbles as he removes his shirt and shoves it into his bag, finely muscled form gleaming bronze under the dappled sunlight. He doesn't care who sees him or what they think of him, never one to be body shy. If he doesn't do this he'll sweat to death so it barely even crosses his mind.

It does cross his mind once he finally reaches the stoop he was directed to, because the woman on the porch is gorgeous and doesn't look like she's sweating at all. He grapples between jealousy and admiration as she leans forward to greet him, and tries to summon his sparse manners considering what he is going to ask her. "Hey, you Phoebe? I'm Bart." He mounts the stairs to present her a hand to shake if she's the type. "I'm a nurse in the Grounds. I've been lookin' for ya."

So kiss me, you animal
And never let me go

Bart