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[familiar_works]

He's in no position to be out and about right now, and the notice he leaves in a prominent area in the mansion is appropriately brief and vague:

If there is a doctor here, I am in need of their services.
Thank you.
Много спасибо
Rurik Niska

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[mischa_v2]

Aria certainly isn't a doctor, but she can't help feeling slightly anxious at the notice. She knocks on the door of whatever room he's staying in, quietly. "Rurik?"

[familiar_works]

At the sound of her voice, he sits up straighter. "Aria? Please let yourself in." He's patched himself up as best as he can, keeping tourniquets around his injured arm and foot and bandages on the wounds, but it's nothing that will help for too long.

[mischa_v2]

She closes the door behind her as she walks into the room. It takes her a few moments to take in the bandages and wounds, but when she speaks again, her voice is grim, though she quickly makes her way to sit beside him. "What happened to you?"

[familiar_works]

"I was shot here," he motions to his foot, "and stabbed, here. I met a man I argued with and he would not let me keep my gun."

[mischa_v2]

"And he did this all because of an argument?" There's a slightly incredulous tone to her voice, but in the meantime she's at least checking his arm wound to see if she can be any use; unfortunately, as well-trained as Lecters are in a variety of things, medicine isn't one of them. "With no chance for you to equally defend yourself?"

[familiar_works]

Rurik winces, but fights the impulse to pull his arm out of her hands. "We met when I was angry already. I did not find him agreeable, and he took out a--" he struggles for the word, "knife. Then he stabbed me and took my chance to shoot him."

[mischa_v2]

She frowns, rather prettily, though she's obviously in thought. "Did he give a name?"

[familiar_works]

"I would not have let him leave without giving it." He shakes his head. "His name was Tantalus Hades. He was proud of it. It means nothing to me."

[mischa_v2]

"Nor does it mean anything to me, though I have met a few from that family in passing, I believe." She makes up her mind quickly. "I will handle this."

[familiar_works]

"Handle it?" He guesses quickly what she means. "I cannot ask you to do that for me."

[mischa_v2]

"You do not need to ask me. You have met my father; I am his daughter, and that is all the explanation you need." This is all said gently, but firmly. She's brooking no protests. "Though I will first make sure I direct a doctor to you, for that is more important."

[familiar_works]

He recognizes her determination, but still isn't pleased. "Be careful," he says, finally. "Make sure he does not hurt you as well. It would not be worth that."

[mischa_v2]

"He will not." She lightly presses his hand with her own before standing up again. "I only wish this did not have to happen to you."