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Revan had realised that something was wrong, when the dizzyness had started. And the psychadelic displays of swirly colours, and the sharp pain in his head, and the faint sound of tinkling music overlayed by Vandar asking him what was wrong.
So, the blacking out didn’t come as too much of a surprise. But he was expecting to wake up in the Enclave infirmary.
He’s actually quite put out that he hasn’t. He likes the apprentice healers, with their tutting and fussing and giggling when he grins at them. It gets annoying after a few days, but then, he’s not usually there for more than a day or two.
Anyway. He stands, peering around, giving the wall a look as he tries to decipher the writing before realising it’s not in a language he can read, or even recognises, before peering around.
“Er.” It’s not often that Revan doesn’t know quite what to say. But, then, it's not that often that something quite this unexpected comes along. "... No, seriously, er?"
So, the blacking out didn’t come as too much of a surprise. But he was expecting to wake up in the Enclave infirmary.
He’s actually quite put out that he hasn’t. He likes the apprentice healers, with their tutting and fussing and giggling when he grins at them. It gets annoying after a few days, but then, he’s not usually there for more than a day or two.
Anyway. He stands, peering around, giving the wall a look as he tries to decipher the writing before realising it’s not in a language he can read, or even recognises, before peering around.
“Er.” It’s not often that Revan doesn’t know quite what to say. But, then, it's not that often that something quite this unexpected comes along. "... No, seriously, er?"