#earthrunes

He's quiet a moment. "It will be. I'm sorry, Leonora, but... it's private. I think we both want the same thing, though, so it's just a matter of getting there."

"oh. Well, I'm neither a bogggan nor an Eiluned. I Don't HAVe to pry"

"Hm. Wise of you. Maybe some of this Liam is rubbing off? The good part, that is." He says blandly.

That gets him a finger poke. "Fine. You're due some smug, so enjoy" A kiss but brief, "now you have study to do, and I'm going to remove myself from temptation so you can get to it."

He chuckles and yes, it seems he -was- joking; write down the date! "Are you sure? I can make time....."

"I'm sure," she says "Besides, I DO have extended patrols. That flu really threw some folks off. And later Agincourt is going to launch me from a catapult she's altered for 'troop delivery' I volunteered. Gonna be a gas"

"What?!?!!" He sits bolt upright.

"What? I'll be fine, there's a net on the end and her calibrations for my weight are taken into account. Heck, I even told her what it actually is. She's sworn to secrecy but I told"

"If the net works, we later try it with a parachute kind of thingee" SHe says "We got two dougals, both need volunteers. Sounded like fun and a way to help"

"Leonora are you out of your mind?!?! Can't they use... use.... sandbags or dummies or -rocks- or something? Why do we need a troop delivery catapult!?!??!"

A quavery voice from down the hallway, and the sound of shuffling steps. "Alms? Alms for the poor, the blind, the sick, the lame... alms, good lord, good lady... alms..." A figure clad in a vivid silk dressing gown, leaning heavily on the wall as he manages to take one more weak step...

"Oh wait, it's a Trebuchet or something , she's fussed at me for that" a pause "And August, what's the fun in lobbing dummies? I'll get no hang time there I... " She whirls, the robe she's wearing (Just that and socks) flaring dangerously close to opening as she moves "VInce?"

"Ah... who..." Blinking of blurry eyes, mussed mane brushed out of vision by one trembling hand. "Oh, is that you, my dear.... it's so dark..."

OOC This is still the semi-private Christmas party, Leo??

((Semi-Private means crashable! LOL!)

"Vince?" August stands, approaching. "SHould you be out of bed?"

OOC: I don't remember 🙂

OOC Yes! But, Leo might want to put on some clothes? Wait, no, she probably doesn't.....

OOC She HAS clothes, Socks and a Robe!

"Ah, it was... so cold... so alone... Where... am I?" He shuffles closer, feet clad in marvelous lion-patterned socks.

BIC: "ooo baby, are you sure you're in good enough shape to be out and a bout?" She takes Vince into her arms and kisses his forehead to feel him.

(They have the same outfit!)

And check for fever

"I'll get Delores." August offers, starting away.

"I've got him, August, but thank you"

"I don't want you getting sick too, Leonora." With real and gentle concern.

"No, please..." He reaches out to snag a hand at August's sleeve. His forehead is warm, but not feverish.

"You're sweet, but I've had my shots...for numerous things"

"Maybe if I just... sit... for a bit..." he slumps towards the couch, tugging at both arms he has managed to snag hold of...

"Vince?" He helps the other man to the couch.

"Oh, Vince, you don't feel that feverish, just warm...still weak though?"

"Ahh... dear Liam, it IS you. I wasn't sure if you were about... or p'raps slain by the dread beast what has laid the proud so low... perhaps if you were to sit beside me, that I might lean on your strong shoulder..."

She does aid, fussing and cooing. "You want some chicken noodle soup? A Sir Vali from Rivervale sent our chefs a new 'now with void flavor' recipe"

August does sit with Vince to support him, but speaks to Leonora "He did? Ah. Well, if it's void of flavor I don't think Mistress Kerri made it...."

"Just regular then maybe?" A glance to the weak and shaky Lion pooka who she is fussing over still

"The infirmary has a cruel and harsh mistress indeed... I know not where one has dreamt up such a creature, to lock away a social beast and deny him the finest of healing tinctures and tonics..." He snuggles onto the couch, leaning against August shoulder, an arm around Leonora for warmth.

"Oh, I have had broths and fluids a'plenty, but my soul, my soul thirsts, it is so dry... alas, alack. And the company, oh, Oswald is the dearest to regale with tales of our exploits leading up to his sad semi-demise (he got better), but I have missed the flurry and bustle of court..."

"Vince, you need your rest. You don't want to get anyone else sick, do you?" Firmly.

"Ah... no, certainly not..." His expression doleful and repentant. "Perhaps, if one were to come visit, and speak with me... mop my fevered brow, and help spoon soup that I shan't burn myself in my weakness... no, no, you are right. I must go, to quarantine, alas, and alone..." He drops his head, mane flopping down over his face dramatically.

August speaks gently, supporting the lion. "I've visited, Vince. Coradel has.... Don't you remember?"

"Awwww..." Leonora looks aghast "poor guy"

"Maybe he should stay in my room? " She volunteers. "When I get back from patrol I can check on him?"

"Leonora, then -you- could get sick. It's the flu."

He blinks up at August, genuine confusion in his expression. "I... uh... you have?"

"I had shots, probably the right strain"

He nods. "Yes." gently "Coradel and I got you this robe, I brought it to you."

He glances down at it, and then wiggles his toes, within cozy new lion socks. "I... hadn't realized. Perhaps, it was the shoemaker's elves, who had come and dressed me in my slumbers?"

August looks too. "Oh." Quietly. "Those are probably from Zara."

"Ah, sweet mistress of the books, that she has ventured into the den of vectors vile, to wait upon such as me..." Truly looking remorseful now.

"She, ah, she .... she takes care of people she cares about."