doctor's orders

Sirius' rushed promises made Lucretia a little bit sympathetic. Part of the healing process often meant trying to make a patient as comfortable as possible, which included as little change (injuries permitting) from their typical routines. Routine meant comfort, and Sirius' routine was... well, Deathbelle. He had proven his usefulness to her in subduing Zee, and having another set of eyes on Belle wouldn't be a bad thing at all, if could promise to report to her in secrecy. Luce trusted Belle to make the visits she'd requested throughout her pregnancy, but she didn't have eyes on the Empress at all times.

"I'll take your word for it," Lucretia said shrewdly, examining the slightly withered muscles of his hind leg. It was significantly weaker than the other leg, but he did smell of infection. Luce noticed only a near imperceptible hiccup as he went to lie down. A less experienced healer might not have seen it - hell, it was possible that Sirius didn't even realize. Luce filed it away for later but did not remark on it.

"I want you to double your patrols for now. Just walking should suffice to strengthen it for a time. You will have to be careful come winter - keep an eye out for ice. It's likely that leg will want to give up you more easily if you lose your balance," she prescribed. "Now, I have a favor to ask of you," Luce added, making it subtly apparent that his clearance may be contingent upon his agreement. "I know you are... close with Deathbelle. As her condition progresses, I'd like you to give me comprehensive reports when it is convenient for you. Stop by on patrol, what have you - but I need to know what she is eating, if she is sleeping enough, and anything else of note. She will be self-reporting, but I would to compare it against a second set of eyes. Is this acceptable to you?"