002] mercy waits to take your hand [location: wayne manor/backdated forever]

[sibreden]

By the time he reaches the place where he's figured Sagramore must be, the rescue committee has of course come and gone. He stands on the sidewalk for a few minutes, swearing in repressed panic, before he remembers the map -- it's going to take him a while to get used to that. He's still a little scraped and bruised by his own encounter with

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[obscuronoctis]

Mordred has pretty damn good timing, anyway, as Bruce was just starting to go through what evidence of Sagramore's presence he could find on the tablet network. As he found a cached recording of the indisposed man's arrival, he knows who Mordred is and that they're comrades. ... Of a sort, anyway.

That said, when he opens the door, he doesn't look surprised or even terribly curious.

"You're Mordred?"

[sibreden]

Hello, tall man. He tenses a little, not having expected that, and falls back a step. "Aye," warily. "You've a friend of mine."

[obscuronoctis]

Bruce raises an eyebrow a bit at that reaction, but doesn't comment on it. "I do, yes. Sagramore, right?" Instead of waiting for confirmation, he steps back to allow Mordred entrance. He really just wants his house to start to clear out, and fortunately for everyone, Sagramore isn't that badly injured - no coma, no apparently brain damage, just an unpleasant bump on the head. Trixie's been efficient about giving him the medieval equivalent of The Good Drugs, so he's right as rain.

Alcoholic rain, anyway.

"He had a seizure and gave himself a minor head injury," Bruce explains as they walk through a hall. "He's been treated by a medic here and checks out fine for now, but he should probably see a medical doctor. We have medication to treat seizures in our age, but it requires some in depth review first. There's a Doctor McCoy who should be reachable over the tablets, he's probably your best bet."

[sibreden]

Which is a fair bit to take in, and Mordred sorts through it rapidly as he follows along. "They showed me that. I came after him, but the damned fool won't wait for me even when he's fainted," wryly. "I'll ask pardon for him, I doubt he's been pleasant company since he woke up."