Luckily enough, Nicolai had not taken any notice of her or her father. Florence could only image him saying something to embarrass her in front of everyone. When nothing was said, she thought she was off Scott free, but not long after they passed Gregory spoke up. [+darkmagenta “That was the prisoner, ey?”] He sounded a little skeptical. His eyes were not the best, but he wasn’t blind yet. [+darkmagenta “That was no orc, least of all Ulrich.”] The voice did sound familiar to him though.
There was not much point to holding her silence any loner now that he knew that much. [+mediumseagreen “No, no he is not. The man in the mask turned out to be non-other than Nicolai.”]
There was quiet for a moment. [+darkmagenta “Well, that is an unexpected turn of events.”] His voice was rather solemn as they continued down the hall, even the building smell of something tasty baking did not seem to turn it around. [+darkmagenta “For all his faults, I would have never thought him capable of this. We all know he did not care for Adrian.”] Though that was putting it lightly. [+darkmagenta “But to think he would try to kill him… You spoke with him, did you not? What did he have to say for himself?”]
[+mediumseagreen “I got very few answers from him. He spoke; but told me little of consequence.”] Gregory looked up at her with suspicion in his old gray eyes. Sighing, the woman shook her head, as if to deny whatever it was the dwarven man was thinking. [+mediumseagreen “What little I did learn points to everything being much more complicated than we initially though. Augustus is working to sort it out, but he is keeping his lips sealed in the meantime. It seems all we can do it wait.”] With that being said, it brought her mind back to the day’s earlier incident. The things that Adrian said were damning. There would be no possible way for the ailing man to know Nicolai’s status so surely without playing some part in it. For the time being, Florence could not tell if this was what Augustus and Nicolai were keeping to themselves, but it was definitely a major piece of the picture that was being slowly painted before her.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat It took a little time to get the necessary arrangements in place for the prisoner movement. Shackles were brought for the doctor to alter with some cloth wrapped around them. It was quick and basic but it meant the shackles remained tight for Augustus satisfaction, which stopping any further chaffing of the skin for the doctors satisfaction.
The room he would be moved to was swept through by a number of servants and anything that could be utilized as a weapon, even thinks such as vases and a large candle holder, were removed immediately. They knew he was crafty and sly and nothing from Florence had made Augustus think otherwise. Even if he was tied to the bed he would feel better knowing nothing was left to chance. It left the room quite Spartan really. A bed, some large wooden furniture and a few chairs - but that was all that was needed and that was all he would be given.
Before the movement began, Nicolai was afforded a quick and rough wash by one of the more burly male servants. Cut from his long shirt and pants rather than release him, he was cleaned of the green paint about his arms and upper body, though he had threatened to break the mans hand if he had tried to remove his shorts to clean beneath. Not particularly keen to do so anyway, he was obliged and the servant helped him into some dark trousers, left in the black vest that he had been wearing. With that all done, the doctor and guards returned and Augustus stood in the doorway as the shackles were removed.
It was all very tense as the restraints were quickly altered before being clasped and tied together. Several soldiers in full armour were brought out to help with moving Nicolai, more for show and pomp than because Augustus felt he offered any threat. Two leading the elf, four behind and him at the back with the doctor. With a nod of his head he began their move.
Nicolai was rather pleased with the news of being allowed to lower his arms. The upgraded accommodation was simply a rather lovely bonus. He was appreciative of the chance to wash, but the man sent in was clearly one to disturb him. His threat had been all too honest though to be free of that paint felt refreshing and the removal of clothing felt all that better. When he was finally brought up the steps into the castle, he took his time. He was still in pain and tired, but he also was very interested in looking about the castle. So large and formidable he found it.. acceptable. Nothing compared to Wistina. It was decorated for luxury and comfort. If a battle ever happened he could see only a few fallback positions.
As Nicolai was brought by Florence and Gregory he did not see the duo. Rather he was busy, squaring up to one of the men following him who felt he was moving too slow and thrust him forward towards the stairwell. His violet eyes had turned back on the man and clasped hands pushed at the mans armour.[+royalblue "Je vais te couper la gorge si tu refais ça! Enfoiré!"] The elven was dripping with contempt, but it was all pomp and ceremony and as the unimpressed guard went to put his hand on Nicolai and push him off, the hand was batted aside.[+royalblue "Do not put your hands on me, je marche, je marche."] He backed off and turned around just as they got to the stairs and he complied the rest of the way - if a little grumpily.
The rest of the move went quietly, Augustus remaining in the doorway of the room as he watched the guards secure Nicolai to his new restraint's. These were on chains, one to each corner of the bed. It would allow a little movement but he would not be able to reach from one wrist to the other.[+darkslateblue "Do not think this means anything Nicolai, I just prefer not having to traipse down into that dungeon to speak to you. Nor do I want you dead; just yet."] He looked to be truthful but the prisoner could read that man quite easily, he knew it was for the good of his men in the room and he duly kept quiet on that part.
[+royalblue "Understood mon Capitaine."] He settled into the bed, letting out a deep breath and light groan - it felt so good to be able to lay down, to have his arms not upright and his shoulders not screaming from the pain.[+royalblue "And you too doctor, my thanks."] After all it had been entirely his idea to move Nicolai, so he thought.
Finding Gregory was not terribly difficult. Like just about everyone else, he had places that he tended to hang about. This time it just happened to be out in the courtyard. The old dwarf sat in the grass, plucking away at the instrument in his lap. Even after seven more years of practice, he still was not exactly adept at it. He had quite the talent for butchering pieces he had seemingly played a million times over, but he also had fun. It was that enjoyment that Florence was taken by when he played.
As she came up to him, she kept quiet. Even though she did not speak, he took notice of her presence rather quickly. [+darkmagenta “Hallo, Florence. What brings you out this fine day?”] He spoke with a smile, halting his fingers over the strings of his lute for the time being. When she did not respond, he lifted a brow at her blurry figure.
Now in silence, she took a seat next to her father. By that time he picked up on her mood. Taking the wooden instrument from his lap, Gregory set it to the side. A stubby fingered hand came up to pat his shoulder. She took him up on the offer, leaning over and resting her head in the place he had stuck with his hand. Once she was comfortable, he brought his hand back up to lightly stroke her head.
They stayed like that for a long while, Gregory intentionally letting the silence go on before he spoke. [+darkmagenta “What is the matter, Mausbär?”] Honestly, it had been years since he’d seen her like this. Something had to have happened.
[+mediumseagreen “I do not want to talk about it.”] It was moments like this where she was glad he could not see so well. If that were not the case, surely he would have taken note of the bruise on her arm and jumped to conclusions. Then she would have a whole different set of problems, when really she was just upset with herself. She did not understand why after all these years little things still upset her so. It was frustrating and humiliating.
[+darkmagenta “Alright then.”] He accepted her answer gracefully, knowing that there were times when she just wanted to sit down and be comforted. That being said, the dwarf sat with her as long as she needed. He made sure to wait for her to move first before getting up. But when she did, he stood and stretched in a dramatic fashion. Then true to his nature he suggested they grab a bite from the kitchen. Normally, it was something the grown woman would pass up on, but in a twist of fate, she accepted the offer. Some blueberries would do her some good right about now.
The mood lightened a great deal after that. The two chatted about nothing of particular importance until a group of soldiers came marching down the hallway.
[+darkmagenta “What is going on?”] He was right to ask, this was highly unusual activity to be happening inside the castle. Had Florence not already had inkling to what was going on, and caught sight of Augustus with them, she would have been suspicious as well.
[+mediumseagreen “They are moving the prisoner.”] She spoke in a flat but confident tone, bolstered by the fact that she could see Nicolai in tow. Apparently the doctor had been able to convince Augustus, she was genuinely surprised at that.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat The doctor took the better part of an hour just to find Augustus. He was seated not far from the cellar entranceway and much like Florence looked in deep contemplation about going down those steps. His quandary was what could he ask? He had been directed to find the evidence for his own use, to verify it all, and he had. He just couldn’t think of a reason to head down and question him further, at least not in a way that wouldn’t betray his principles.
It was a most terrible conundrum. How did he balance his role as protector with the information given to him by a rebel? He could no sooner march down and interrogate him for his role in the fighting than he could set him free for his help with his investigation. It was perhaps with great happiness that the doctor had come up to him, coughing lightly to gain his attention.
[+darkslateblue “Ah, doctor, apologies I was in a world of my own.”] He looked up at the man, though slowly a brow rose in wonder.[+darkslateblue “Any news on Commander Adrian’s condition?”]
[+darkgoldenrod “I’m afraid not Sir.”] He shook his head lightly, hands clasped together before him.[+darkgoldenrod “He is still back and forth between this world and the next. The wound has not gotten any worse and we have stabilized him as best we could, so that is good enough for now.”] He was never one to show too much optimism, and Augustus appreciated the candidness.[+darkgoldenrod “We should know in the next two days how things progress. Either he beats the fever and infection, or it takes hold, and given where it is I do not expect any chance of survival.”] Again, blunt. But it assuaged Augustus’ worries. He had a time frame now.
[+darkslateblue “Good, that is good news.”] He tried to keep to his neutral reaction, not wanting others to know what he had told Florence about his decision to be made.[+darkslateblue “I trust our prisoner is also in good condition? I heard you visited during the night.”]
[+darkgoldenrod “Well, I wanted.. you see..”] He was terribly awful at asking things like this, so he decided to take a moment and address the question.[+darkgoldenrod “Yes, he is okay for now, but this illness needs good rest to be managed or I will be up and down those stairs twenty times tonight – the last time to inform you that he has died.”] The doctor had made it sound far worse that it was, but Augustus was not to know that, so he used it to his advantage.
[+darkslateblue “Well then it is good that he has nothing else to do but rest whilst we decide what to do.”] Augustus smiled in a friendly manner, though it dropped away the moment the doctor looked at him pensively.[+darkslateblue “What? You have something to add?”]
His head nodded as he wrung his hands together.[+darkgoldenrod “I wish to suggest that the young elf – the prisoner – is released from the shackles.”] He looked down at the floor a moment though Augustus stood up quickly.[+darkgoldenrod “I do not mean to tell you how to look after your prisoners, Sir, but he is quite ill and I wish to have him moved to where he can lay down and rest. It is for the betterment of my patient-“]
The hand of Augustus rose with authority and shut the man up immediately.[+darkslateblue “And where do you suppose we put him? Adrian is in the infirmary, unable to be moved. I cannot have them in the same room together.”] At least he was open to the notion of moving the elf. Unbeknownst to the doctor, it solved a problem. With him out of the cellar he could use the threat of throwing him back down there as leverage for answers.
[+darkgoldenrod “Precisely Sir, I would not expect any different. And well, I talked to Lady Florence about it, and she suggested perhaps one of the extra guest rooms.”] A flat out lie, yes, but once it was done she could not complain – she had demanded they be kept separate. And as Augustus had said, Adrian could not be moved.[+darkgoldenrod “You can still have him shackled to one of the beds there. I can add a little padding to it so that it does not harm his wrist anymore. That way he is secure, and safe.”] Ever the diplomat was this doctor.
Augustus was immediately apprehensive of doing that, moving Nicolai into the main castle. It was much easier to just unshackle him to roam about the cell down in the dungeon. But, he needed that leverage. And then the perfect room came to mind.[+darkslateblue “Fine, he can come up, but he will be put in the far eastern guest chambers. I want three guards inside the room at all times, he will be chained to the bed by his wrist and not allowed to leave for any reason at all without my say so.”] He sighed as he moved across to the cellar doorway to order those guards already stationed to do as he had just said. But he paused to look at the medical man.[+darkslateblue “And doctor, I will hold you responsible for him. If he attacks anyone then you will take the blame.”] It was a stern but fair warning that the other man nodded to immediately. Anything for his patients.
Oh perfect, he managed to hear the part that made the situation worse but not the more important bit: letting her go. It had been painful for a while now, and the crushing pressure was only getting worse. At this point she was practically clawing at his hand to try and get him to relinquish her arm. Florence did not hear the nurse coming up behind them. She barely managed to catch the rather telling strings of disbelief coming from Adrian, but in the moment they meant little to her. What little clarity she had was going into trying to get away. She was quickly coming to realize there was no escape until he decided there was. With that thought screaming in her head, her chest began to heave more sporadically, but the rest of her froze up.
After what couldn’t have been more than a few seconds later, the other woman intervened. She forced Adrian back into a sleep like state where he could not keep his grip. It was then that she expected Florence to step back, or make some attempt to get away, but she stayed put right where she was. Concerned by this, the nurse turned to the dark haired lady to apologize and see how she was doing, but no answer came. That was not a good sign. And while that thought first came from a place of fear and thinking she may be fired, she quickly noticed that it was not anger that kept the woman from answering. She was having a panic attack. This day just kept getting worse and worse. Approaching the green-eyed woman, she tried to remember what to do in this situation. Keeping a level voice she tried to reason with her, assuring that it was okay, and reminding her that she needed to breath slowly. Above all else that was important. Florence already had issues with her lungs; if she started hyperventilating, which she was on the brink of, she was going to pass out.
Somehow, after leading her to a place to sit, the bumbling nurse managed to get Florence back to a moderate level of clarity. Then she was able to ask if there was anything she could do to help. The older woman turned her down. Then with a soft thanks, she excused herself. She did not want to be there anymore. In fact, all she wanted was to sit down with Gregory, so that is exactly who she set out to find.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat The grip was tight, vice like in his feverish state. Repeatedly he asked ‘who’, eyes fluttering and his body beginning to shift on the bed especially as she had moved back. His strength seemed stronger than usual, but in the manner and state he was in, it was not all that strange. When she had mentioned Nicolai’s name there was a visible reaction, his hand tightening all that more about her wrist, his eyes opening and staring upwards, brow furrowing.
The click of the nurses shoes on the floor as she returned resonated in the otherwise silent room and she let out a light gasp as she saw Florence struggling to release herself from Adrian’s grasp.[+maroon “No.. no.. not possible..”] He spoke with utter incredulity as the nurse picked up her pace, dashing back over with a cloth in one hand and large dark bottle in the other. She was quickly dousing the cloth in the liquid as she neared the bed and placed the bottle onto the ground before stepping up to the bed.
Pressing the damp cloth about Adrian’s mouth should pressed her other hand to his chest to try and pin him down onto the bed as he fought back a little.[+maroon “No.. he can’t be..”] Whatever she had put on the rag took a few moments to begin taking an effect, though the incredible hold he had of Florence soon lessened and she was able to pull free. It would hurt for a time, and it would bruise wonderfully.
As he sunk back into the bed, his body slowing down as well as his eye movement, he began to breath more controlled.[+maroon “He is.. no.. he should be.. be dead..”] And with that he fell back to his unconscious state, back to his more calm and tranquil appearance. The nurse held the cloth for a little longer to make sure before pulling away, her breath catching a little as she looked to Florence.
[+coral “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”] She was upset that she was possibly injured when it had been her duty to keep the patient calm. The Doctor would have a lot to say about this.
Florence turned her attention away from Adrian for a moment so that she could hear the nurse better. There was an unfortunate lack of confidence in her words as she stated the obvious. The taller woman sort of nodded to her, she did not know how to help any better, not without physically restraining him. All her knowledge was in battlefield medicine, meaning quick fixes to keep people alive so that they might make it to a physician. That was not useful here.
When the nurse did not get a quick answer she made off to do gods’ know what. Florence was beginning to think it best to just send her away to fetch the doctor. This was rather pressing. But there was little time to worry about that before Adrian stirred again.
As his grip tightened and he pulled at her, panic began to build in her chest. Stepping back, she tried to break free of his grasp, but he had ahold of her so tightly that it was beyond her. Her stomach twisted in a familiar and uncomfortable way. The man’s question barely made it through to her as her eyes darted between his hand and his face. [+mediumseagreen “It was Nicolai.”] Her voice was a touch uneven, as her breath quickened. [+mediumseagreen “Now let go of me!”] She was still struggling against his hold as she made the demand.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat The gentle touch on his arm did calm the bewildered man quite a lot. He eased back into the bed, eyes rather wild and flickering back and forth as if he were looking for something precise. His hands clenched at different intervals in no meaningful pattern. He was just a bundle of nerves constantly firing and fluctuating. Though he was lucid enough to hear her words, he could not fathom who it was at his side.
The nurse returned after Florence had finished speaking and began to wipe away at Adrian’s skin. She moved forward to press a hand on his forehead, using her thumb to open his eye enough that she saw the pupil.[+coral “He needs to rest, all this activity is going to tear open his wound or cause him to bleed internally.”] She looked indecisive and chewed on her lower lip as she looked to Florence, as if the woman could give her the answer.
Deciding there was no other option she released Adrian, calling back for her to wait there with him as she again skittered off in a panicked manner that was perhaps comical if not in such a situation as this.
As if waiting for her departure, Adrians grip tightened on Florence’s arm a little painfully as he gripped her.[+maroon “Not.. not Ulrich.. who.. who.. who..”] His chest began to reverberate with the exertion of his precious energy reserves, his heart beating faster and faster and his movements becoming more uncontrollable.
Florence hushed the delirious man. [+mediumseagreen “Shhh… shhh…”] She touched lightly at his hand on her arm, hoping that is might help to calm him. Her actions were soft, but the woman could not help but wonder if they were drawing near to the end of such interactions. It made her feel a little guilty, but she decided that at least until everything was settled and she had her answers, she would try and treat him like she always had. He had been kind to her, and the woman felt that she at least owed him that.
[+mediumseagreen “Everything is alright, Adrian. You are back in Astoria. You are safe.”] It was almost the way she would speak to a frightened child. In fact, it stirred up memories of Augustine when he was little and used to be afraid of thunderstorms. That phase passed quickly, but she looked back on it with fondness. Not because he was afraid, but because he took comfort in being with her.
There was really no way to tell how clearly Adrian was seeing the world. The red eyed man had been running a fever, and Florence knew from experience that that alone could leave a person essentially blind to everything that was happening around them. Still, she talked to him anyway. Even if he did not remember, there was a chance that it could sooth him in the moment and make it pass a little easier. [+mediumseagreen “They captured the Wolf, it was not Ulrich, it never was. Everything is going to be okay.”] It was the truth when it came to Ulrich, but that was about it.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat The doctor was rather surprised by her reaction. Although he knew it would be one of the pairing to make the final choice, she was leaving in the hands of Augustus to dictate the final outcome. And it did not fill him with too much hope given how the dark eyed man did not respond well in the past when he requested to do the yearly check on him. Still, Florence gave him enough belief with mention of keeping them separate from one another that he nodded, smiling as he quickly left after giving Adrian the briefest of look overs.
[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/4EFJRmS.png]] It had been nearly two full days of drifting in and out of consciousness when Adrian became his most lucid. Still fighting the fever that ravaged his body and gasping as the pain in his side made itself most apparent his eyes opened slowly and a rasping groan left his lips. The nurse that had been watching over him whilst the Doctor was with Nicolai stepped forward from her desk. Immediately she brought over a small bowl with a low lip with water and turned his head sideways, pressing it to his lips as she eased the cool liquid into his mouth. She had to fight him not to take it all at once, sipping slowly.
Looking over to Florence she nodded for her to come back, the doctor having left a few minutes before. With Adrian being such a large figure compared to her, she was grateful for the additional help in keeping him from moving too much. He was mumbling and groaning from his delirium but on turning his head back, coughing as some of the water spilled down the wrong passageway, he saw Florence and reached his hand up to grasp her forearm.
[+maroon “Ulrich.. Ulrich.. fight.. stop him..”] It was barely more than a whisper, close to just mouthing the words at her as the nurse stepped away to fetch a dry cloth. Being awake he would perspire more now than when he was still and so she left him with Florence, rushing off to the back room. His eyes fluttered several times as his lolled a little side to side, trying to focus his weak attention onto the chestnut haired woman.
Florence stuck around the hospital; the quiet made it easier to think and Adrian’s presence made it easier to remembered that there were two sides to this story. Currently, they only had Nicolai’s half. Whatever that was, was enough to cause Augustus to silently take his side. But true to his calculating nature, he was waiting it out. Unfortunately, it forced the rest of them to do the same, which meant there was not much use in dwelling on it. That did not stop Florence though. She stayed in place until the doctor returned.
Coming back to his clinic, the man was surprised to see that Lady Florence was still about. There seemed to be something on her mind, which made sense given all the commotion of the last two days, but he did not bother to ask. It was not his place to do so, not to mention he had his own set of problems to worry about. The top of the list being his patient that was currently chained to the wall, though she might be able to help with that issue. Clearing his throat, he grabbed the woman’s attention and prayed her mood was not too dismal as he asked if there was any possibility that they could move the elf.
Florence’s face said it all, she could not believe he could even ask such a brazen question. But the sentiment must have come across, because before she could do much of anything the doctor continued. He went on about allowing the man a proper bit of rest lest his condition deteriorate entirely. It was a fair point, plus Florence could not help but think that there might not be much of a reason for him to be down there anyway... Well aside from leading the Malidek forces. But given he wanted negotiations, that meant he could not do anything too outrageous for his stay here. Not if he wanted to be considered an ambassador.
Hands coming up to either side of her head, she rubbed at her temples. [+mediumseagreen “Augustus has more information on the situation than I do; you will need to ask him… but on the off chance he obliges you, I want Nicolai and Adrian in separate spaces. We are not going to give him the chance to finish to job. I do not care who goes where, just so long as they are apart.”] She was loath to think that Nicolai might end up in hospitable accommodations. However, seeing as she did not know how safe it was to move Adrian, the elf might have to be taken to one of the formal guest rooms in lieu of the infirmary. Well, that was if Augustus gave the doctor the go ahead. Normally she would feel bad pushing more work onto him. But seeing as he would not tell her what was going on, she thought it might be acceptable this once.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Augustus nodded a little at her reply and let out a nervous if stressed laugh.[+darkslateblue “I agree, it would be wonderful if he had just been some nobody, some senseless killer. Things would be easier.”] It recalled thoughts of the King they had deposed here, but then that had been a true tyrant of the times and it had been so much simpler than this with Nicolai. This was a man who had prior history with Florence and her family. That alone made it more difficult, aside from the information he had been given about Adrian. That was a cherry atop this mountain of confusion.
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/irF9NT9.png]] In his cell, Nicolai was rocking gently back and forth. Stood on his feet it was his means of remaining awake, keeping his body active and his mind focused. When Florence had left his focus had waned. He was left in a room with just a guard to keep him company, and one that did not seem to like being put on guard duty over the man who had attacked his commander. Most of the soldiers had come to respect Adrian in his role, much as they did with Augustus – although they would have likely gone further for the latter. Still, having the man responsible for Adrians injury as well as many deaths of brothers before him was difficult for that guard.
He had thought Florence would ignore his request for the doctor to be sent for as for a long time no-one came. He was left to suffer and suffer he did. Thoughts of how she had become a little cruel in her time here were beginning to creep in just before the doctor had walked in. Immediately he called for Nicolai to kneel, supporting him by his waist as he helped him down.
[+darkgoldenrod “Come on my boy, here we go, just try to relax as best you can.”] His words were soft and whispered as he pulled away momentarily to place his bag of salves and small bottles of liquids down. Being that he served the King, this was a man of great readings and skill. He was not about to bring a chicken to sacrifice and read its entrails or have the elf consume the beating heart of a raven. Besides, he knew quite well about his particular ailment.[+darkgoldenrod “Okay, lean your head back and look up at the ceiling for me.”] Standing up he crouched over and used a small cloth to brush away the sweat on Nicolai’s brow.
Obeying the request, head tipped back and eyes open, the older man used the light from the open window to look at the enlarged pupils of the elf. He would have remarked on the colour, but he had done so the day before. Instead he held the man in such a pose for a few seconds, violet eyes blinking repeatedly before his theory was assuaged and he nodded.[+darkgoldenrod “Seems Lady Florence sent for me just in time before you had another falling.”]
Reaching down into his bag he clicked his fingers at the guard to bring in a pail of water. Though he dithered at first, the man obliged, leaving the room to fetch it. Whilst he did so the doctor retrieved a vial of green liquid from his bag as well as a circular tablet made of orange metal. It was placed on the floor whilst he took out a small wooden container and removed the lid, a chalky powder inside. First he took the vial of green liquid, shaking it lightly before uncorking it.
[+darkgoldenrod “If I did not understand this illness, I would suspect you to be a no good drunkard.”] He said with a light chuckle as he lifted the vial to Nicolai’s lips. He actively leaned forward, eager for the liquorice smelling drink. It was a taste he had come to rather like and he tipped his head back to take down each last drop, clenching his eyes shut as he swallowed.[+darkgoldenrod “Now remember,”] the doctor began as he corked the empty vial and returned it to his bag, taking up the orange piece of metal, though Nicolai quickly eyed him with a strong glare.
[+royalblue “Doctor, I greatly appreciate your help in this matter but I have lived with this illness for some time, I know not to swallow the copper.”] His opened his mouth, tongue a little puffy from dehydration. As the guard returned with the pail of water, placing it down and sloshing its contents onto the floor, the Doctor looked at him with annoyance before placing the metal onto the elfs tongue. He closed his mouth, sucking on the tablet of metal and eyeing the guard with disdain.
Thankfully there was enough water left to dip the cloth from earlier in, wetting it and lifting it up to run across Nicolai’s forehead, along the back of his neck so that droplets ran down his back, and generally about his upper half to cool his body and clean it of some perspiration, shirt left open to aid the cooling. Once done he took up the chalky powder, added some to the palm of his hand and missed in a little of the water to make a paste that was a little coarse but more akin to a crème. Placing the salve under the shackles directly onto the man’s wrists, it would offer some help with the chafing and keep the skin from infection. It was the exact same used with Adrian.
It took overall about fifteen minutes to apply the crème and then hand feed the man some bread and a little meat he had taken from the kitchens. Of course, after he had removed the copper tab. Overall he left the prisoner in a much better state than he had been earlier, but these bouts of illness needed proper rest and the doctor made a note to ask Florence or Augustus to find a means of giving the man some comfort to rest. It would be difficult to match that to keeping him secured.
As he brought up even the idea of telling her father, Florence grimaced. It was probably the right thing to do, but she surely did not want to be the one to do it. Gregory's relationship with Nicolai was almost as complicated as hers. As she recalled when they lived within the castle, he had never cared for the elf. There was animosity even before her husband died. The old gent seemed to turn around some on their journey though. She even found that he meddled in some of the more delicate matters, as he was prone to do. Gregory still had that tendency. But regardless, he deserved to know. The brunette considered making Augustine do it. Since he was so nosy, he could be the one to deal with telling his grandfather. Her reasoning was thin, but it was miles better than doing it herself.
Once again, even the tone that Augustus took was telling. It was unfortunate. After everything, she would be loath to admit she was wrong. Of course there [i should] be no shame in it. In fact it was an excellent quality in a person, to be able to take in new information, access it, and change one's stance on a topic. But the woman was so stubborn she found it difficult, even she knew it was what she should do.
[+mediumseagreen "I hate it too, though I am the one who asked, so I guess I will have to live with it... It is a shame, I hoped I could just write it all off. This makes everything more complicated."] And that was the end of it, at least for the time being.
The pair stayed sat there for some time before more pressing matters came to mind and they had to part. It gave Florence that chance to return to the infirmary. As expected the doctor was in. Honestly, she would not have had a clue where to look for him if he had not been, so that was good. Getting his attention, the woman relayed what she came to concisely. Basically that the prisoner needed to be looked after once more, and that he might be in need of some food and drink. She would have to deal with the root cause of that, but for now he could deal with the effects. He took off in a timely fashion to handle his newly given task, but Florence lingered. She gravitated over to Adrian. The pale man lay still on the bed, almost exactly how she remembered seeing him yesterday. [+mediumseagreen "What did you do, Adrian?"] The question was barely audible to anyone other than herself, though it was just as well, because she did not expect an answer.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Augustus smiled softly at how she reacted to his light accusal and he looked across to her as she looked out forward as he had.[+darkslateblue “I did not suggest it in mockery or derision Florence. I've known you for so long that I just find it interesting.”] It was hard to put into words how he found it interesting, but he tried.
[+darkslateblue “I can't possibly hope to help you with Nicolai, what you think or feel of him is not my concern. But I wonder what Gregory would think of what you do. He was always the most emotionally open of your family. And he lived with this man, travelled with him. Do you not think it best to at least tell him the elf is here?”] Again it was not a place for Augustus to push her but he left it at that. She would do with his suggestion what she wished and he would continue on without another thought to it.
Sitting with her as they watched the world pass by was a little therapeutic in a way. It was nice to have company that did not want to ask him question after question. To just sit and watch things for a little time was nice. That didn't mean he was chaffed when she did ask him a final question. Whilst he liked some peace and quiet, Augustus preferred to be busy and working. He felt productive. And her question set his mind to work.
Sucking at his teeth he let out a deep breath as he tried to find the best means of replying to her that did not make him come across in a bad light. The elf made him question his morals and he disliked that immensely.[+darkslateblue “Knowing as I do.. I can at least say I understand why he did it. I believe I would have gone about things differently, and I dare say he might have if the situation were different from how our talk went. I think going for the kill when other paths lay open is wrong but I can't see that he had any other paths.”] He groaned and rubbed at his forehead, showing the strain he had with this entire issue. Things were much easier two days ago.
[+darkslateblue “If you are pushing me to answer; I would have done the same if I were in his exact position. And I hate to admit it.”]
Florence stared at Augustus expectantly. With everything that was happening, she did not expect him to try and read so far into her motivations. Nor did she appreciate it. And the look he was giving her only made it worse. With his gaze on her, she felt the need to explain herself. [+mediumseagreen "You know, just because someone does not ask, does not mean you cannot go out of your way to do something for them."] There was a light defensiveness to her words. [+mediumseagreen "Besides, that is what friends are supposed to do."] That was more a barb at Nicolai's expense than anything else. He had been so insistent that she consider him a friend, it was hard not to consider it a little endearing. Still, she motioned with her hand as if she was dismissing Augustus' comment about her feelings. [+mediumseagreen "Either way, there was nothing more than a light fondness to begin with."]
Surprisingly enough, the dark eyed man confirmed that there was something more going on. And considering the general tone he took when speaking about Nicolai, she did not think thing it necessarily painted him in a negative light. That could only mean the opposite for Adrian. Her stomach dropped a bit at the thought.
Watching him, his line of sight was far off in the distance. She couldn't help but bring her green eyes up to the horizon as well. Astoria was rather flat, so it felt like you could see forever into the distance. If they were just a little farther north they might have even been able to see the ocean, but even without that the numerous rivers in view were enough for her.
It was as she was taking in the view that he confessed how, at least for the time being, he planned to deal with the situation. She thought it fair, though truth be told, Florence still very much wanted to know what was going on. Not wanting to press him much further, she let a comfortable, but temporary, silence fall between them. Once she felt like enough time had passed, Florence allowed herself ask one more question. [+mediumseagreen "Augustus, I know you will not tell me the details, but could you answer me one final thing?"] Her gaze stayed far off. [+mediumseagreen "Knowing what you do, do you think Nicolai was wrong to do what he did?"] Now, they both knew that it was no place for one man to judge another when it came to the good and evil of the world, the gods would do that. But she did know they had a similar sense for justice. In their hearts there was a line that could be crossed, one where there was no turning back. And once that threshold was crossed, they believed the world would be a better place without the perpetrator. It was the reason she was able to take Gresham's life and why he had fought along side her to be able to do it. Through all of this, she trusted what Augustus had to say on the matter.
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