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We ride at the hour past dawn tomorrow.

Duke Roger's closing words continue to echo through Alanna's mind long after she should have been asleep. Tossing and turning begins to lose any appeal around midnight, so she checks her binding, pulls on her clothes and scoops up a sleepy Faithful. After buckling Lightning to her hips, Alanna pads out of her room, past Jonathan's, and only lets herself breathe once she's alone in the hallway.

The decisions made in the meeting of Duke Roger's commanders are making her extremely uneasy and a little ill. She knows Jonathan is angry at his new command, far from Fort Drell, but Alanna is upset for other reasons that have everything to do with a deep suspicion of the man who decided to place him there.

"Maybe a few hours at Milliways will allow me to rest," she murmurs to the heavy cat wrapped around her neck. "I doubt we'll be able to go there again for a long while, after all."

Faithful fails to respond.

She moves quietly through the halls and is careful to look around before slipping through the door to the bar. It's loud and bright after the quiet corridors of the sleeping palace, but she's glad of the noise, the life. If she can't get to the Dove, this is the next best thing.

Rubbing one of her eyes, Alanna settles into a chair by the fire and hopes a wait rat will happen by soon. She's awake, yet curiously far too tired and preoccupied to see about getting some tea herself.

[OOC: I wanted to go ahead and get this up. I will be around for a bit, but I'll need to beg slowtimes almost immediately this AM. It is open forever, however, and I will be around to tag as much as my super annoying body lets me! :) ]

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"Yes, he was. The Wild Hunt took him. It worried me as well but things have been restored to what they should be. It was heartening to see how Milliways came together."

Her eyes narrow slightly. It's concern, but also mild jealousy that she missed the opportunity to contribute.

"What is the Wild Hunt?"

There's a tale in Tortall; she wonders if it's the same.

"I believe they're commanded by Herne, who is a part of the Green Man who defeated Slenderman. I wasn't there, but was instead recovering from my few injuries and know the story I heard in the infirmary and from others,"

Its only a story to Charles as well and he would have enjoyed seeing the defeat.

She nods and smiles a little, comforted somehow that here at last is something familiar.

"What injuries?" she asks sharply.

"I was restrained on a bed and my wrists and ankles were hurt. The doctors here were able to heal them with no sign of them being there. They weren't great injuries,"

He unbuttons his cuff to show her where the skin is still tender and looks newly healed. His worst injuries were inside his head and the loss of control and confidence.

Scowling, Alanna stares at the marks. Her hand shoots forward and wraps around his wrist, gentle but firm, and purple light flares around her grip, almost as if there is too much and it's simply leaking out of her.

It flows around Charles, leaving warmth in its wake.

"Hmph," is all she says.

When she reaches for his hand, he offers it to her and watches the purple and smiles,

"Thank you."

Edited 2012-12-08 04:12 (UTC)

"You're welcome," she mumbles, a bit embarrassed. "I don't like it when people hurt my friends."

"Neither do I and I don't like worrying my friends," He rests one of his hands briefly on hers.

"Me, either."

She doesn't flinch, but it takes a her a moment to relax.

"I'll try to check in, if I can return."

"Thank you, I'm certain that you will do all that you need to do,"

She is nothing if not aware of her duty and though she takes risks, she's intelligent.