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[35years]

… Well. This certainly isn’t what I expected.

[A wet cough]

This is what I get for trusting that fool boy to do one simple thing I ask of him, I suppose.

[Soft chuckling, cut off by a soft choke, and then an abrupt cut off]

{ooc; one bleeding~out Cassian, dumped unceremoniously in a City alley. Boy needs some medical attention, mind.}

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[35years]

... Hnn?

[ooc; Y~]

[roseblooms]

...

[ Stopping a short distance away, she'd been walking nearby, then gasping. Within moments she's kneeling beside him, looking him over ]

Cassian? Oh goodness it's really you... [ quickly moving a hand under his head to gently raise it]

Don't talk-- I'll fix you up.

[35years]

[He can't see too well, everything's near hazy, but his eyes focus, dilating at the movement, and bloodied lips move despite, a faint, distant sounding voice]

... This seems awful familiar.

[roseblooms]

I told you not to talk...

[ moves his upper body to her lap, a hand on his forehead. With her training, her magic's just been getting better and she closes her eyes, focusing on first numbing his pain, and then beginning to seal up his wounds and remove impurities, which appear as black smoke rising above them and disappearing into the air. ]

Who did this to you...?

[35years]

[Now this was new... a small frown, and a crease between his brows and the minute he feels strength return he starts trying to stagger up]

Head Priest Cassandra-

Where's the Doctor?

[roseblooms]

Cassian, sit down, you shouldn't move immediately!!

[ She keeps a hand firmly on his shoulder, looking confused for a bit ]

Which Doctor would you be speaking of?

[35years]

Damn it, woman-

[Still weakly trying to sit, stand, something, bloodied teeth grit tight]

Jezebel-

[roseblooms]

... [ She pales a little at the name and then moves a hand to Cassian's cheek, facing him directly. Not to comfort, but to actually begin cleansing his injuries on his head now, which would also make the excess blood disintegrate and disappear. When she's done, she looks him directly in the eye ]

He's not here any more.

[35years]

What do you mean he's not here-

[A wet cough, the excess blood in his throat, and clutching where the sword wound had been in his chest.]

He was just-

[roseblooms]

[ At least the wounds should be sealed up, but she isn't sure of how effective it'll be if he keeps moving around and she keeps a hand on his back for support ]

You're in the City. He left around the time you did. I... Lord Hargreaves will probably want to see you first though. He'll want to know you're here.

[35years]

The Cardmaster-

[He almost sags under the weight of those words, palms braced on the ground and head hanging]

Damn it-

[roseblooms]

...

[ She falls silent at that title. So Cassian was one of them all along. ]

Which one are you...?

[35years]

[He doesn't know she knows, couldn't know, gritting his teeth and shaking his head]

Gotta go-

[And another weak attempt at standing]

[roseblooms]

... [ But this time, she actually grabs him by the wrist and chants a small spell to numb his body movements, not to freeze his muscles, but to make them sluggish, her eyes narrowed ]

By order of the rank of Empress, Cassian. You don't know where he is.

Now answer my question.

[35years]

What the he-

[Eh- His body won't move right, and- He sags again, eyes burning- No way, that bastard didn't make her one-]

... Just a Trump, Arcana.

[roseblooms]

Hm.

[ As to be expected... then again, he wouldn't be an errand boy otherwise. Shifting closer, she moves her hands to his sides, gently helping him up ]

Stay still for a few moments. You'll be walking in a bit.

[ She sighs and looks at him ]

And don't call me that. I have a name.