Job Hazards (for Anita/Phedre)

[fitzroyal]

Henry Fitzroy is making his way back to his room with some effort, quite a bit paler than usual and not looking entirely well, stumbling through hallways mostly using the support of the wall. And kind of hoping he doesn't run across anyone unfortunate, as he really doesn't want to distress any ladies over this. Though he probably should have pulled

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[tomboy_22]

Well... Anita will be in fact in the common room, and she'll smell the blood long before Henry shows up - and without even a word, she comes to slip herself under him, to help him walk.

[fitzroyal]

He takes the help gratefully, and without arguing, though trying not to put too much weight on her.

[tomboy_22]

Unless Henry speaks, she's going to walk him to his room in silence - talking can wait.

[fitzroyal]

He can wait to talk until sitting down, somewhere. And he knows he's going to be hungry, but isn't letting himself think about it now.

[tomboy_22]

So they get to the room, then, and she silently outstretches her hand, asking for keys.

[fitzroyal]

He takes them out of a pocket and offers them. "Thanks."

[tomboy_22]

She opens the door. "No prob." She goes back to help him - to the bed, directly.

[fitzroyal]

He lets her, still breathing.

[tomboy_22]

Once he lies down, she caresses his face, and tries not to sigh.

"Now, you have to tell me what you need, darlin'."

[fitzroyal]

He takes a deep breath. And regrets it. Her bloodscent is overpowering.

"Just a little rest."

[tomboy_22]

She shakes her head. "You're pale, I've never seen you so pale... you need to drink don't you?"

[fitzroyal]

He grits his teeth, tense. "Yes. But I can't." From you, he means.

[tomboy_22]

Don't be silly. "Henry, it's okay. Take from me. Please."

[fitzroyal]

"Anita...." Almost groaned. This is hard.

[tomboy_22]

She caresses his cheek, again. "It's okay, Henry. I love you and I trust you."

[fitzroyal]

He nuzzles her neck. "Afraid - to take - too much."