Frankly, My Dear...

His wife stirred, clearly only barely conscious. He would take whatever he could get. The King continued to lightly prod her with his nose, feeling worried that she might drift off again before Loccian finished whatever concoction she was preparing. The King wondered how quickly it might take effect, and if it would be strong enough to cure Adette altogether. He wanted her healed immediately, but he knew that that was not probable. Loccian brought the mixture to his wife, and urged her to drink it. Gerhardt merely looked on, unable to do much to assist the situation other than stay beside his wife for support. Loccian went on to urge him to move her to Seracia. He knew that he would need to get her back to the Kingdom, but how? It was unlikely she could walk very well, but perhaps if they could get her to a standing position they could pin her between their shoulders and support most of her weight. "I agree, but I don't think it will be easy. How quickly will the herbs take effect?" He paused, looking from his feeble wife to Loccian. "If she has enough strength to stand we could take either side of her and lead her back while holding up her weight. What do you think?" It was a pity how helpless he felt, and how literally idea-less he was at the time. A King should have a plan for everything, but somehow he knew he could have never anticipated this. He still blamed himself nonetheless. He rose up onto his paws and to his full height, craning his head down to caress his wife's crown before adjusting his vision onto Lady Loccian. He did not wish to linger here long, and if Loccian had any other ideas of how to get his wife back, he would listen intently.

"Speech"