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[doctoral_bird]

[The audio flicks on, but is silent for a few moments. There's the noise of sheets rustling and faint confused mumbles growing louder until they sound as if whatever is making them has picked up the journal. Then there's a disappointed sigh as Malkus can't help but feel as if he has been in this situation before, though much less bloody. His memory

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[halfbrokenwings]

[Likely curious themselves, or headed to the kitchens and in need of stretching their legs, one troll and a bard are making their way through the hall.

Movement out of the corner of her eyes caught her attention and she turned to look.

Isabella was not expecting the sight she saw upon the stairs. He stood like a ghost, ripped and torn and bloody and it shocked her to see it. This was not the countenance of the fellow she met at the springs or the one she danced with at the party or helped dig worms up from the ground.

She makes a step toward him, clearly concerned.]

M-malkus?

[doctoral_bird]

[Very faint memories are occasionally popping in and out of his mind, like the desire not to be caked in dried blood.

Malkus is gently brushing his hat off with his glove, causing flakes of red to dust off at an unusual rate.]

U-Uh-.....Nnno...No-...

[Wait.]

Er-Yes! ...

[He glances towards Isabella and the troll, silently. Does he mean "yes that's me?" perhaps? Stay tuned to find out.]

Huh-....

[And with that, his attention goes back to his hat.]

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*Sollux eyes Malkus from where he was, making no move closer like Isa had done. The guy's covered in blood, but the way he was acting, and the way Sollux had previously known him to act, made him look rather harmless.
Unless he was somehow still sick...but if he was in the barracks than he'd probably died and HOPEFULLY the lord wouldn't send the disease back into his safe zone.*

That's your name, if you don't remember yet.

[doctoral_bird]

[His attention turns to the young Troll thing, appearing just as blank as his mask. No need to worry, Sollux! Malkus is absolutely healthy and as absentmindedly harmless as ever.]

Yes...I-It is...

[He fiddles with his gloves a bit, seeming to get a bit more nervous as he tries to force himself to remember. It occurs to him that he wasn't always covered in slashes and torn to pieces.]

So-....So... Have you-...erm...

[He pauses. Motioning to his eyes for a moment, tapping his beak in thought.]

Seen! What has um-....

[His hands glide down towards his robe jacket, circling some of the rips in the fabric.]

[halfbrokenwings]

[Alright. That's not usual for Malkus. Shy he might be, he still had a command of words. The fact that he didn't know what caused the tears in his outfit or the blood. Maybe he had been hit on the head?

Isabella shakes her head.]

I have not. Do you not remember? Are you hurt?

[Whose blood is that?]

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*The guy doesn't look like he remembers, but Sollux remembered his death pretty quickly, so...*

Did you die?

[doctoral_bird]

Um...N-No...No, I don't remember. I do not feel hurt...

[His voice sounds a bit sadder, starting to feel bummed out about his favorite robes being all torn up and bloodied.]

I-...Did I what-...Die? No! Of course-....

[There's a pause.]

...Did I die? How-...

[halfbrokenwings]

[Oh. Heavens.

That cinches the matter. Isabella looks over at Sollux before approaching Malkus. Yep. The look says.]

If you are having trouble remembering, it does come back slowly.

[Frustratingly slowly.]

Perhaps we could find someone who would let us borrow some clothing?

[Because that can't be comfortable with all that caked blood. They're still in lockdown and all Isabella has is raw cloth and dresses. She looks over at Sollux to see if he has a better idea.]

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*Sollux shrugs. He doesn't really have any better ideas.*

If he remembers where his room is he might have extras.

[doctoral_bird]

Will it? I-...I hope so.

[His attention moves to Sollux.]

The room I had just come out of? I-I remember it. It's mine?

[He's got a spare tunic and pair of pants somewhere under heaps of medical gauze and empty jars, likely.]

[halfbrokenwings]

[Isabella nods. ]

That's your room Malkus.

[He's so confused!]

There is cold running water in the latrine to wash up also.

[doctoral_bird]

A-Alright. I erm-...I shall go back there.

[He slowly gets to his feet, looking like a dazed ostrich. He's grateful that he at least has such kind people to help him.]

It would be good to well... wash up a bit, I suppose...

[halfbrokenwings]

[She steps toward him lightly to see if he needs any help and will steer him by his elbow if need be.]

Come on. You'll feel much better Malkus, after being washed up and changed.

[Well, it worked for her!]

[doctoral_bird]

[She might notice a slight flinch if she makes contact with his elbow. The poor doctor's never been very trusting when it comes to actual contact. Still, he goes along with her and Sollux towards his room.]

Thank you... It's very appreciated, I just wish I could remember either of you. What do you know of me? I-I'm afraid anything you can tell would be news to me for the moment...

[Once they reach his room, he pauses. Squinting up at the numbers, seeming to make sure they're his and that they're not walking into some strangers dwelling.]

[halfbrokenwings]

[He earns a worried look from her at that flinch.]

Unfortunately, I know very little.

[It makes her, rather sad too.]

You liked music, and have a curiosity for some of the creatures that are here. Um, and, your last name is Iverwelling.

[See? She remembered, after all these months... If that is your room Malkus, the bard will politely wait outside. She'll not follow you into your chambers!]

[doctoral_bird]

Oh, it is okay... Music? I think I would take interest in that. But I'm not certain about creatures-

[He swings the door open to his room, revealing shelves and little stacks of jars. Each full of clumps of grass, plants and bugs. One jar's full of worms and there's another full of leeches. A slightly humorous sight is an empty jar with a scrap of paper near it labeled "Missing frog or invisible must study more". There are bits of dirt and grass everywhere, an absolute mess.]

...Well...They are curious...

[He steps inside, glancing back at the two.]

One moment please. I think it would be best to change alone. I shall return shortly.

[If he can actually find anything...]