Well she will let the experts take the lead on his care, helping more with the other two both out of efficiency and also gentle respect.
You can't keep her away for long though. Once he's stabilized and clean and oh so bandaged, once the fretting company and caretakers have departed for a brief respite, Rosamund will materialize next to his bedside, setting down a chamomile tea and some biscuits and cut fruit.]
I don't know how much of an appetite you have yet, but it's here if you need it.
strohl's here in the clinic like a good boy! and even in nice comfy clothes! strohl not wearing a jabot... its like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs....
anyway, he's just kind of settled somewhere, playing with something in his hands - when he sees rosamund come by he tucks it back in his pocket and lifts his head, then smiles. tired, but grateful. ]
Deja vu. [ hah. softly: ] Thank you, your highness. I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't at least try...
[ he'll take a piece of fruit to gently nibble on obediently though it's definitely slow. ] Did anyone else come through after...?
Also this is so undressed what scandal. Put some clothes on slut.]
You just might be. Though you don't have to try too hard.
[She settles next to him, nodding.]
Jonas, Shen Qingqui, and Nanase were all taken somewhere strange. Though there was another random guy with them? I think Siffrin said their name was Bill.
there's a very brief smile at the trying bit - warm, a little sheepish. though it falls away at the name. jonas is a good friend, he likes shen qingqiu, but... haru's name is the one that makes him look the most immediately concerned, mouth drawing into a displeased frown. ]
Damn it. [ soft under his breath. frustrated. he likes haru a lot. he's a great kid, he's been through hell, and... to send him off without many combatants on these dangerous trips makes him burn a little. can't protect your own, as ever.
and. well. uh. ] ...A random person? They weren't just one of us cursed, were they...? Happened to Hulkenberg yesterday...
Hey, hey — come on now, you know these things don't play fair. [she puts a hand to his shoulder, giving a soft squeeze.] We can't stop people from being taken to these terrible places. It's like it happens in the blink of an eye.
[she snaps her fingers.]
No one would begrudge you for not pulling off a miracle, I can guarantee you.
[also huh.]
I don't know. Maybe? He ran off saying he was going to miss his flight? So I don't know. But there was the other week too...Wait, who was Hulkenberg?
[ she has a point about this. will strohl internalise this point? probably not! imagine not having a guilt complex. but he does not, frowning across the clinic briefly like he could will haru to get his ass back over here with his eyeballs. MY SON ]
Not so worried about being begrudged. [ more like worried he can't help. but - he lifts his head and gives her a little smile, gentle, thankful at the squeeze. understanding, at least. ]
Ah. Your friend, the one from the memory. The shady looking priest...? That was her.
Shady? [you would besmirch her friend's honour this way.] Well, his name is Temenos and he is lovely. But maybe that's good to know. It would explain all the strange sights we've been seeing these last few weeks.
[She may take note of his eyeballs a-straying.]
He'll be all right, I think. Give the defibrillator time to work.
[ HE LOOKED SHADY!!!! (temenos voice) im always this kind uwu
anyway. he holds up his hand in surrender to that though. ] He gave you a proper sendoff, though. Can't begrudge that sort of kindness, either.
[ and. yeah. he pulls his gaze away - the smile on his face is soft, a little bit guilty. busted. ]
Hardest to see it happen to people like him. Me, I can handle this sort of thing. I'm used to it. But to send off people who don't fight into these bloody - bloody death traps, it's beyond the pale.
Everyone starts life as someone who doesn't fight. As terrible as it may be, sometimes you only start when you aren't given a choice.
[She waves off the surrender hands, smiling a little.]
It'll be okay. He made it, as did you. Though...I know sometimes in-between, these things do get a bit willy nilly with life and death. [She bites at her lip.] So...what happened to you?
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Well she will let the experts take the lead on his care, helping more with the other two both out of efficiency and also gentle respect.
You can't keep her away for long though. Once he's stabilized and clean and oh so bandaged, once the fretting company and caretakers have departed for a brief respite, Rosamund will materialize next to his bedside, setting down a chamomile tea and some biscuits and cut fruit.]
I don't know how much of an appetite you have yet, but it's here if you need it.
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strohl's here in the clinic like a good boy! and even in nice comfy clothes! strohl not wearing a jabot... its like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs....
anyway, he's just kind of settled somewhere, playing with something in his hands - when he sees rosamund come by he tucks it back in his pocket and lifts his head, then smiles. tired, but grateful. ]
Deja vu. [ hah. softly: ] Thank you, your highness. I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't at least try...
[ he'll take a piece of fruit to gently nibble on obediently though it's definitely slow. ] Did anyone else come through after...?
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Also this is so undressed what scandal. Put some clothes on slut.]
You just might be. Though you don't have to try too hard.
[She settles next to him, nodding.]
Jonas, Shen Qingqui, and Nanase were all taken somewhere strange. Though there was another random guy with them? I think Siffrin said their name was Bill.
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there's a very brief smile at the trying bit - warm, a little sheepish. though it falls away at the name. jonas is a good friend, he likes shen qingqiu, but... haru's name is the one that makes him look the most immediately concerned, mouth drawing into a displeased frown. ]
Damn it. [ soft under his breath. frustrated. he likes haru a lot. he's a great kid, he's been through hell, and... to send him off without many combatants on these dangerous trips makes him burn a little. can't protect your own, as ever.
and. well. uh. ] ...A random person? They weren't just one of us cursed, were they...? Happened to Hulkenberg yesterday...
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[she snaps her fingers.]
No one would begrudge you for not pulling off a miracle, I can guarantee you.
[also huh.]
I don't know. Maybe? He ran off saying he was going to miss his flight? So I don't know. But there was the other week too...Wait, who was Hulkenberg?
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Not so worried about being begrudged. [ more like worried he can't help. but - he lifts his head and gives her a little smile, gentle, thankful at the squeeze. understanding, at least. ]
Ah. Your friend, the one from the memory. The shady looking priest...? That was her.
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[She may take note of his eyeballs a-straying.]
He'll be all right, I think. Give the defibrillator time to work.
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anyway. he holds up his hand in surrender to that though. ] He gave you a proper sendoff, though. Can't begrudge that sort of kindness, either.
[ and. yeah. he pulls his gaze away - the smile on his face is soft, a little bit guilty. busted. ]
Hardest to see it happen to people like him. Me, I can handle this sort of thing. I'm used to it. But to send off people who don't fight into these bloody - bloody death traps, it's beyond the pale.
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[She waves off the surrender hands, smiling a little.]
It'll be okay. He made it, as did you. Though...I know sometimes in-between, these things do get a bit willy nilly with life and death. [She bites at her lip.] So...what happened to you?