Frankly, My Dear...

*Gerhardt* · 03-31-2013, 03:42 PM

She spoke against what he'd just done, commanding that he send Loccian back to Seracia, if she was even on her way yet. Gerhardt snorted and spoke rather sternly, far more harshly than he would have in an ordinary situation. "I wont hear any more of that, Adette. Loccian is a healer and she will know what to do to help you get better." Deep bassy notes reverberated louder than he'd intended for them to, while another snort ended them abruptly. "If she doesn't come you could.." He couldn't bring himself to say it, but it was the haunting truth in the back of his mind. He didn't know how bad her illness was, or how long it might last, but ultimately.. it could lead in her death. Gerhardt would do everything he could to keep it from reaching that point, even if it meant possibly risking Loccian being infected. This was why he had healers in the first place. He watched as she slowly drifted to sleep, or out of consciousness, which one he could not be sure.

"speeeeech"

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