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Hours and hours after this fight...

He'd worn the anger out of himself eventually, by dint of simply being too exhausted to sustain it any longer. So there was a change back to regular form - and the uncomfortable realisation that he was a good distance from the bar, bleeding all over the damn place from several knife wounds and a bullet through the shoulder...and now had to walk back.

Nothing to be done about it though, so he'd made his way through the forest, stopping off at the scene of the scrap to pick up his discarded sword and guns. And now he's back, looking rather the worse for wear.

Of course, the first thing he does is collapse into a booth and order a strong drink because, priorities. The rat, to its credit, brings medical supplies back with it. And at least Bar's not giving him shit about alcohol any more?

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Quietly, seriously,

"What happened?"

He looks up from where he's trying to put pressure on the cut on his leg and down a scotch at the same time. He doesn't look happy, understandably perhaps.

'What happened? Your fucking husband can't stop painting a damn target on his forehead, that's what happened.'

Not best pleased with Arithon right now.

"Let me..." She mutters, pulling over a chair. Then she pauses, glancing up.

"...what?"

He lets her take over that particular injury if she likes, and starts examining the other three knife wounds and then the bullet hols through his shoulder. Although it was all hours ago, he's been a cat since it happened so these are bleeding like they were just inflicted. Because they were, kind of.

'Arithon. About a fucking hour after he told me he'd stay in sight and tell me if he was going anywhere, he decided to take a stroll on his own. Outside. Where he was promptly fucking shot and I had to deal with the bitch who did it. Idiot.'

Long silence.

"Fessacchione!" She breathes at last. "That, that senpioldo baùko!"

Ramon gets the idea, even though his knowledge of Italian is limited to the words that sound like Spanish.

'Yeah. Well, I'll let you deal with the marital side of it as you seem to be being a lot more sensible about all this than he is.'

He winces as he pokes the hole too hard and then grabs something to squeeze over it.

'I know he's not dead but I don't know how serious the shot was. I expect someone will have healed him up by now but I haven't seen him so I don't know.'

""Maleducato. I was a poisoner, Ramon, who killed men of society. Arithon is, despite everything that has happened to him, still tends to think like university student."

Bianca? Is pissed.

"Oh. Well. Not dead is good."

Ramon? Is also pissed. They can be pissed together if she likes, although it might only make it worse.

He orders another drink.

'Well at some point he's going to have to stop, you know? Or he'll be fucking dead because it's only luck that she didn't just take him out with a headshot.'

Her voice just a little frozen as his words begin to sink in,

"I'll tell him. You can fix yourself up?"

He waves her off.

'Yeah yeah, I'll find someone to stitch it all. No problem.'

He's not going to fuss over it. And she definitely looks like she has issues to sort out with Arithon. He wouldn't want to be in the sorceror's place right now.

"Grazia." And with that, she heads towards the House of Arch (http://prince-arithon.livejournal.com/7634.html).

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