[RP log] Lucas & Cecile: Visit at the infirmary
I...have nothing. :D; Sorry Apple, went right over your head!
Lucas: *quietly makes his way into the infirmary, frowning since he's not at ease with the thought of Cecile being in this place at all. Looking at the beds, he spots her quickly enough and goes by her bedside*
Cecile: *appears to be fast asleep; someone removed her armor after she arrived to make her more comfortable, but in the confusion of the past few days her hair is still askew*
Lucas: *It's a good thing she's resting quietly, he observes to himself. There doesn't seem to be any injuries on her person either, but that's not the only thing that could hurt the young castle guard. His frown doesn't lessen even as he reaches down to straighten her hair*
Cecile: *her eyelashes flutter for a moment, then she looks over, her gaze unfocused* ...Thomas? You can't be here...I haven't rescued you yet, silly.
Lucas: I didn't think I looked a drop like Thomas, Cecile. *amused despite himself, the ship captain pulls his hand back when the girl's hair is much more presentable; quietly* Welcome back to Budehuc.
Cecile: ...*turns a faintly embarrassed shade of pink and mumbles an incoherent apology* I...I knew that.
Lucas: You do. *nods understandably and pulls a chair up to sit nearby* I'm sorry I woke you up...
Cecile: That's okay. *starts to sit up, but decides she's more comfortable where she is* My head feels fuzzy, so perhaps it is a good thing I'm awake.
Lucas: It is. *rests his hands in his lap, looking at her closely* Are you hurt anywhere else?
Cecile: I don't think so. I feel a bit stiff. And I think I have a scrape on my knee. *suddenly grows alarmed* Do I look injured?
Lucas: *nothing bad at least... he shakes his head* No, I just worried they might've done things to you that escaped my notice.
Cecile: I know I was moved. *bites her lip in thought* See, I remember being on Yaza Plains first, but then they made me drink that horrid stuff, and I don't really remember much after that.
Lucas: *nods again and inquires thoughtfully* They didn't say or do anything to you aside from that then?
Cecile: Not while I was on Yaza Plains...most people just ignored me. And after I moved, I only woke up once. At least, I thought I did, but it must have been a dream. *sheepish look*
Lucas: *tilts his head* Why would it have been a dream?
Cecile: Oh, it was silly, because I thought I heard Sir Hugo and Luca, and you know how much they hate each other. *squirms and successfully sits up*
Lucas: *doesn't know actually and honestly tells her so* I wasn't aware of that, but from what Miss Apple said, they did help rescue you.
Cecile: *blinks at him* ...But I thought you did! I mean...well, you're right here, so I assumed...
Lucas: *maybe smiles a little* I try to keep in touch with the affairs of the castle, but it doesn't mean I'll know every single relationships and grudges floating about. *quiet...and reaches again, this time to ruffle her hair* I'm glad you're back safe and sound, Cecile.
Cecile: *closes her eyes, tremendously comforted for the moment* I am too. Budehuc is part of me, and I feel like I am empty when away from it.
Lucas: Mm... *does feel like that about Obel and the Island Nations* Did they tell you Thomas is safe?
Cecile: What?! *snaps back to attention* He is?! Is he really??! Are you sure! I was--I was going to scold you for going after me before finding him, but if that's the case...
Lucas: Yes, I am certain. *pulls his hand away in case she wants to flail* They rescued him before they could get you back. Nash is back to normal too, it seems.
Cecile: *exhales* That makes me feel so much better. *suddenly lies back on the pillow in exhaustion* I had grown so tired of everything, Sir Lucas.
Lucas: Everything being...?
Cecile: Why, everything!
Lucas: Even life itself?
Cecile: *alarmed* No!! Not like that!! I mean...ohh...I don't even know what I mean.
Lucas: *reassured and tries to clarify for them both* It could be you're in need of a timeout from responsibilities and worries. Do you think that's it?
Cecile: Possibly....but I really missed my responsibilities, especially when everyone was trying to take them away from me.
Lucas: Then... perhaps you're tired of the excitement around the castle.
Cecile: Yes! *smacks a fist into her palm* That is exactly what it is! But there are good and bad kinds of excitement.
Lucas: *nods* Such as the delayed festival.
Cecile: *squiggly frown* At this rate, it is going to be an autumn festival.
Lucas: *hair ruffles are excellent cures to frowns* There're still 8 weeks before autumn arrives. We'll make it happen.
Cecile: I want it to. I need to take Thomas away from his work, and there are other ways besides kidnapping. *frown is cured*
Lucas: I don't recommand kidnapping either. *keeps his tone light and smiles* Unless you intend to take him up to the rooftop for a quiet tete-a-tete.
Cecile: A what? *looks at him blankly* I'm afraid I don't understand Spanish, Sir Lucas.
Lucas: That's French actually, but I meant some time alone just the two of you.
Cecile: *frown returns, but it is a determined one* He's been gone far too long, so if anyone dares to try kidnapping them again, they will be in trouble.
Lucas: Mm... they will. *at least he doesn't need to intervene against that one* I should probably let you rest some, unless you think you've had enough sleep for a while.
Cecile: *suddenly appears ashamed* I would like nothing more to leave the infirmary, but I still feel fuzzy, Sir Lucas. I don't want to let myself get sick like last year.
Lucas: Then maybe you could stay put while I go get you something light to eat. I assume you haven't eaten in a while.
Cecile: *lying back in such a way that the pillow becomes squishier for extra comfort* Maybe...I think I just want to sleep a bit more. Besides, I'm off-duty...right?
Lucas: Indeed. *mock stern* Off-duty until you recover fully, young lady. *gets up from his chair* Anything particular I should get you from the cafe? I don't expect you to eat it the moment I bring it back, but still.
Cecile: *shakes her head in a small gesture* I just want you to make sure Thomas has eaten. I'm not hungry. The stuff they made me drink makes my stomach feel foul.
Lucas: All right... I'll do that and then bring you an orange juice. Hopefully, you'll be able to stomach that. *pauses and not so suddenly gives Cecile a squishy hug*
Cecile: *light sigh; it's been a long time since she had a squishyhug* ...I am the most fortunate castle guard in the whole world, aren't I, Sir Lucas?
Lucas: With the majority of the castle looking out for you, I should believe so.
Cecile: But I look after all of them, even those who do not want it...so I think we are both lucky.
Lucas: I'll agree to that. *pulls away with a third hair ruffle* I'll try to find Thomas then. Be sure to rest up in the meantime.
Cecile: *dizzy nod* Thank you. It means a lot to me. A lot, a lot. Not just...not just a small a lot.
Lucas: *kindly* I know.
Lucas: *quietly makes his way into the infirmary, frowning since he's not at ease with the thought of Cecile being in this place at all. Looking at the beds, he spots her quickly enough and goes by her bedside*
Cecile: *appears to be fast asleep; someone removed her armor after she arrived to make her more comfortable, but in the confusion of the past few days her hair is still askew*
Lucas: *It's a good thing she's resting quietly, he observes to himself. There doesn't seem to be any injuries on her person either, but that's not the only thing that could hurt the young castle guard. His frown doesn't lessen even as he reaches down to straighten her hair*
Cecile: *her eyelashes flutter for a moment, then she looks over, her gaze unfocused* ...Thomas? You can't be here...I haven't rescued you yet, silly.
Lucas: I didn't think I looked a drop like Thomas, Cecile. *amused despite himself, the ship captain pulls his hand back when the girl's hair is much more presentable; quietly* Welcome back to Budehuc.
Cecile: ...*turns a faintly embarrassed shade of pink and mumbles an incoherent apology* I...I knew that.
Lucas: You do. *nods understandably and pulls a chair up to sit nearby* I'm sorry I woke you up...
Cecile: That's okay. *starts to sit up, but decides she's more comfortable where she is* My head feels fuzzy, so perhaps it is a good thing I'm awake.
Lucas: It is. *rests his hands in his lap, looking at her closely* Are you hurt anywhere else?
Cecile: I don't think so. I feel a bit stiff. And I think I have a scrape on my knee. *suddenly grows alarmed* Do I look injured?
Lucas: *nothing bad at least... he shakes his head* No, I just worried they might've done things to you that escaped my notice.
Cecile: I know I was moved. *bites her lip in thought* See, I remember being on Yaza Plains first, but then they made me drink that horrid stuff, and I don't really remember much after that.
Lucas: *nods again and inquires thoughtfully* They didn't say or do anything to you aside from that then?
Cecile: Not while I was on Yaza Plains...most people just ignored me. And after I moved, I only woke up once. At least, I thought I did, but it must have been a dream. *sheepish look*
Lucas: *tilts his head* Why would it have been a dream?
Cecile: Oh, it was silly, because I thought I heard Sir Hugo and Luca, and you know how much they hate each other. *squirms and successfully sits up*
Lucas: *doesn't know actually and honestly tells her so* I wasn't aware of that, but from what Miss Apple said, they did help rescue you.
Cecile: *blinks at him* ...But I thought you did! I mean...well, you're right here, so I assumed...
Lucas: *maybe smiles a little* I try to keep in touch with the affairs of the castle, but it doesn't mean I'll know every single relationships and grudges floating about. *quiet...and reaches again, this time to ruffle her hair* I'm glad you're back safe and sound, Cecile.
Cecile: *closes her eyes, tremendously comforted for the moment* I am too. Budehuc is part of me, and I feel like I am empty when away from it.
Lucas: Mm... *does feel like that about Obel and the Island Nations* Did they tell you Thomas is safe?
Cecile: What?! *snaps back to attention* He is?! Is he really??! Are you sure! I was--I was going to scold you for going after me before finding him, but if that's the case...
Lucas: Yes, I am certain. *pulls his hand away in case she wants to flail* They rescued him before they could get you back. Nash is back to normal too, it seems.
Cecile: *exhales* That makes me feel so much better. *suddenly lies back on the pillow in exhaustion* I had grown so tired of everything, Sir Lucas.
Lucas: Everything being...?
Cecile: Why, everything!
Lucas: Even life itself?
Cecile: *alarmed* No!! Not like that!! I mean...ohh...I don't even know what I mean.
Lucas: *reassured and tries to clarify for them both* It could be you're in need of a timeout from responsibilities and worries. Do you think that's it?
Cecile: Possibly....but I really missed my responsibilities, especially when everyone was trying to take them away from me.
Lucas: Then... perhaps you're tired of the excitement around the castle.
Cecile: Yes! *smacks a fist into her palm* That is exactly what it is! But there are good and bad kinds of excitement.
Lucas: *nods* Such as the delayed festival.
Cecile: *squiggly frown* At this rate, it is going to be an autumn festival.
Lucas: *hair ruffles are excellent cures to frowns* There're still 8 weeks before autumn arrives. We'll make it happen.
Cecile: I want it to. I need to take Thomas away from his work, and there are other ways besides kidnapping. *frown is cured*
Lucas: I don't recommand kidnapping either. *keeps his tone light and smiles* Unless you intend to take him up to the rooftop for a quiet tete-a-tete.
Cecile: A what? *looks at him blankly* I'm afraid I don't understand Spanish, Sir Lucas.
Lucas: That's French actually, but I meant some time alone just the two of you.
Cecile: *frown returns, but it is a determined one* He's been gone far too long, so if anyone dares to try kidnapping them again, they will be in trouble.
Lucas: Mm... they will. *at least he doesn't need to intervene against that one* I should probably let you rest some, unless you think you've had enough sleep for a while.
Cecile: *suddenly appears ashamed* I would like nothing more to leave the infirmary, but I still feel fuzzy, Sir Lucas. I don't want to let myself get sick like last year.
Lucas: Then maybe you could stay put while I go get you something light to eat. I assume you haven't eaten in a while.
Cecile: *lying back in such a way that the pillow becomes squishier for extra comfort* Maybe...I think I just want to sleep a bit more. Besides, I'm off-duty...right?
Lucas: Indeed. *mock stern* Off-duty until you recover fully, young lady. *gets up from his chair* Anything particular I should get you from the cafe? I don't expect you to eat it the moment I bring it back, but still.
Cecile: *shakes her head in a small gesture* I just want you to make sure Thomas has eaten. I'm not hungry. The stuff they made me drink makes my stomach feel foul.
Lucas: All right... I'll do that and then bring you an orange juice. Hopefully, you'll be able to stomach that. *pauses and not so suddenly gives Cecile a squishy hug*
Cecile: *light sigh; it's been a long time since she had a squishyhug* ...I am the most fortunate castle guard in the whole world, aren't I, Sir Lucas?
Lucas: With the majority of the castle looking out for you, I should believe so.
Cecile: But I look after all of them, even those who do not want it...so I think we are both lucky.
Lucas: I'll agree to that. *pulls away with a third hair ruffle* I'll try to find Thomas then. Be sure to rest up in the meantime.
Cecile: *dizzy nod* Thank you. It means a lot to me. A lot, a lot. Not just...not just a small a lot.
Lucas: *kindly* I know.