Thirty-Four - Complications

[grinnvalesti]

[Accidental Voice]

[Taking a break from his regimen of dozing while standing outside of Capell's room, Sigmund is in the kitchen. He's made himself a nice bowl of soup, and is skimming the journal to see what he's missed while watching over Capell. Unfortunately, as liquids do, some of his soup tries to go down the wrong pipe. He starts to cough,

Comments

[mystearical]

[My, that sounds nasty. Tear has holed herself up at the clinic where she was previously taking care of Stella, and happens to look at her journal at the right (or possibly wrong) moment. She frowns, and writes...]

Potions are not my forte, but I use a fonic hymn that puts people to sleep.

[grinnvalesti]

A fonic hymn? I'm afraid I am not familiar with those. Is it a form of magic?

[mystearical]

You could call it such, yes.

[grinnvalesti]

Magic would be helpful, though I am concerned that I may need your assistance again if I am unable to sleep on my own once more. It has been difficult for me of late.

[mystearical]

I've found little to occupy my time with in this place beyond aiding others, I'm not opposed to regular assistance.

[grinnvalesti]

If it is not too much trouble, I would be grateful for it. I am in house 23, whenever you are able to stop by.

[mystearical]

Certainly. If it will be convenient, I will stop by on my return from the clinic.

[grinnvalesti]

I will be here whenever that may be.

My name is Sigmund, but the way.

[mystearical]

Ah, my apologies. I'm Tear.

[grinnvalesti]

It's no trouble. You have my thanks, Tear.