Burdens Doublefold

The sharp scent of alcohol invaded her senses before his heavy footsteps even reached the healer's den. She could practically taste the drunkenness emanating off of him as he stumbled into the space, a sense of entitlement thick in the air around him. With a frustrated clench of her jaw, she finally turned to confront him, bracing herself for what would surely be another tumultuous confrontation. The hard set of her sapphire gaze almost immediately dissipated upon catching sight of him. His disheveled appearance and the potent stench of alcohol and blood that clung to his body, causing her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. It was clear that he had been the contestant of a very interesting afternoon, one she was not sure she wanted any part of. Having seen the fresh injuries of both Aresenn and Absinth, she couldn’t help but silently wonder who had inflicted what damage- she wasn’t about to ask.

Aurelia observed him in silence, her eyes scanning his body for any signs of injury. There were two noticeable wounds - one on his arm and another on his shoulder, the latter significantly worse than the former. It was a deep gash that had taken out a chunk of flesh from the crest of his shoulder, demanding urgent attention ... and yet, here she stood staring at what appeared to be an hours old injury. Of course. Blinking, she met his dual tone gaze once more before being the first to break the heavy silence that hung between them. "What the hell happened to you?" She prompted, waiting for some sort of explanation as to why he had adopted the presentation of a walking disaster. She likely knew who happened to him. As to why … she was curious.

"Speech"