[ota] I can't see the stars for the sun.

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Ceiro felt the first pains when he tried to relieve himself. And try though he might, nothing seemed to relieve that gut twisting, soul shattering pain. It honestly had come to the point that he'd excused himself from the office, making the excuse that he was seeing Mr. Browning off as he was finally returning home (with the assistance of the

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Blythe stopped, staring for a moment at the older man in complete shock. She'd just been heading out for her first bit of fresh air in the day. She certainly wasn't expecting this. But the hesitation is only for a moment. She quickly rushes to him, drops to her knees next to him, hands fluttering nervously. "Your Majesty- Ceiro--" She takes a breath, forcing herself to become a little calmer, then tries again. "We have to get you to the infirmary."

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He wasn't sure what to say to say to Blythe at first, though Jordan had been helping him for the most part. But as they approached the infirmary, his legs gave out again and he couldn't help but give the Tens a slightly pleading look.

"We are....getting there." He said after a moment, "slowly."

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"Do you need-- I can find--" Blythe's frightened gaze jumped from Ceiro to Jordan and back to Ceiro again. She was acutely aware of how panicked she was getting, how much this didn't help. She shut her eyes tightly for a moment, then exhaled, reaching out hesitantly to take Ceiro's arm. She could help. And possibly could keep her mouth shut.

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"Perhaps now would be a good time for someone to find Miss Abby." Ceiro suggested, in an almost even sense of humor.

"But...for a moment," he simply wanted to sit. There was, after all, only so much pain a man could stomach.

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"I can-- I can do that." Blythe nods, a little more confident. She bites her lip, though, when Ceiro doesn't get to his feet. "Are you- sure you'll be alright here? Just give me a moment, I'll find her."

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"I assure you, my dear, I will...be fine." Though fine was a bit relative at this juncture wasn't it? He closed his eyes though, and he leaned back. Jordan, he thought to himself, would make sure the worst of it was not that noticeable.

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"Alright. Breathe, your Majesty." Blythe probably doesn't realize what a spectacular hypocrite she's being. "I'll be right back." And then she's off down the corridors towards the infirmary - she'll bump into Abby soon enough.