Foolish men

After the crisis had passed and she was sure Mercury was resting peacefully, she had spent a bit of time cleaning up the blood that had been spilled through the infirmary and down the hall. By the time that was all rectified she was finally able to lay down on one of the cots near to where Mercury was resting. She decided she out to stay here for the night just to make sure she was near by when he finally came to–as if she hadn't already been planning on sleeping down here regardless. Hopefully come morning she could find out what got him in this position. The thought crossed her mind that it might be a good idea to go tell Artorias just in case there was some grater danger they needed to be aware of, but she figured if that was the case it would have been here by now. She sighed softly as she pulled a blanket over herself, resting her head on the pillow as she watched Mercury's breathing for a few moments before she finally dozed off herself.

The feeling of the blanket shifting across her shoulder was just enough to rouse her from her shallow sleep, making her blink open her eyes with a soft, sleepy grumble. It took her a moment to register Mercury standing over her and she almost did a double take as it clicked that he was not only awake but upright and moving. "Mercury! What are you doing up? You should be resting," she scolded gently as she quickly set up while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She immediately started nudging him toward one of the cots like a stern mother, checking his bandages to make sure they hadn't shifted in his sleep. "What happened? You were quite a mess when I found you last night." she asked as she went to go get him some proper pain medication. She had put something on the wounds themselves to numb them a bit, but she had no doubt that some pain killers would do him some good while the worst of it healed.

"Gwynevere Carpathius"