[ P ] Life Gives You Lemons

Baelfire could only hope his family would be left out of the war but a part of him felt like it was inevitable they get sucked into it. When war happened, nobody escaped it...

"The unfortunate truth," he said agreeably to her comment about the barracks. While he was away it also left his family open to danger. He trusted Sorcha and her mother to take care of the children but she could only do so much. He felt like their safety relied mostly on him and even though the reality was that he himself could only do so much, it didn't change the feeling that he could potentially stop anything that came their way so long as he was there.

He probably had that in common with his own father, who had put so much upon his own shoulders that it got him killed.

As they walked he hadn't noticed her first pause as diligently as he might've had his thoughts not been stuck upon his family. Her words about Sorcha would draw him out again, however, and while he wanted to say something sharp in return he would allow a small smile to replace the feeling of unease within. When Sorcha had been jailed it had been one of the scariest times in his life and while it had happened some time ago it was still somewhat of a sore subject for him. He wouldn't allow Sif to see that however, as she was trying to make light of it and he did not wish to cause argument. "Yes, Sorcha is her name... and I'm glad too. That whole debacle was... stressful, to say in the least." he said. He had not believed that they had done anything more than what Sorcha told him and those who had attacked the King that night were not linked with what his wife had been involved in -- he trusted her word on that, but he just hoped that the ones who she was involved with were not the ones lying to her instead.

He caught Sif's movement out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to look at her as she stopped. She seemed a little off all of a sudden, though he couldn't quite place why. He noticed the tremor in his legs as if she were having trouble even standing. Worry crossed his features and he looked at her. "Are you okay?" he asked, taking a step closer to her.


"Baelfire speaking"

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SIF ASGAUT
Bulletproof, Nothing to Lose

Her ear would twitch slightly at the confirmation of his wife’s name and the fact he did not deny them wed made her only believe the wedding had gone without a hitch. That was good at least, though the weight that followed made the slight smile wipe from her expression as she released a sigh. “It wasn’t the fairest punishment but without knowing if both occurrences were codependent on one another, it was a rash choice made for the betterment of the kingdom. You can’t deny one seemed like a distraction for the attempted elimination of the King,” she glanced in his direction, not expecting him to really accept that as a good enough excuse. As she rolled her shoulders, she could only focus on one thing and one thing only in that second. She couldn’t deny she believed that for a long while after, but it had changed with time, reflection.

“Prison was the most lenient option,” she said on a bated breath. Had they been deemed truly a danger, truly something that was a threat to nobility, this Sorcha among her little friends that had been caught could have lost their heads. It was a harsher reality; one she would now likely have to carry out herself. It had been one of many reasons she was beckoned to where she stood in position now.

Where she more often than not found the King judicial, benevolent; she couldn’t help but not always align her beliefs with his. She was no mindless drone, no lapdog for him to call on and expect to obey without question and if she could potentially save one or two from a punishment they didn’t deserve at risk to be on his bad side, she just might. For her head to be in the gallows, she did not fear it, especially for the sake of those more deserving to live than she if she enforced harm done to someone innocent. A harmless protest did not constitute capital punishment. Just a slap on the wrist like a child, if it was the first offense of destroying property. Had Ahamd done so, she wasn’t so sure she’d be standing at his side any longer.

Attention would shift up to him as concerned rallied inside the boy, moving toward her while prodding with a question of her wellbeing. This was one of those instances where she wanted to bite back the truth to not appear weak. One was enough to see her falter, slip on her sword and she already felt like Baelfire judged her every movement since they met as it was. Yet, she would shake her head, wanting to ask him if there was anything on her leg but in order for him to see she’d have to allow him to see more of her than she was comfortable with. The problem with that was there wasn’t anyone she’d want seeing her on her back.

Taking in a cooling breath, trying to combat the rising fever, her legs would buckle as she looked up at him with a shaken breath. No matter how bad she felt, she would try to hide it behind a stoic visage. “I think I need a Doctor. I need… Khepri,” the words fell oddly calm, not sure why she said his name specifically when he wasn’t even a doctor anymore. Maybe it was simply because he was the only doctor she ever had. Maybe because he was adapted to seeing her broken enough already that she didn’t have to worry if he saw it again. All she knew is she needed him right now.

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Baelfire was happy to hear from someone else that what had happened had not been wholly just. He understood why those who had been caught in the garden had been imprisoned but he thought it had been a step too far. He had been there when those wolves had attacked; so he had not been able to see the raucous in the garden. He was too bias one way to think that his wife could be involved in an assassination of all things.. but what if she had been. What if she were lying this entire time? He just couldn’t fathom that. Sorcha only wanted what she thought was best for the wolves of Rionnach.

They had fought many times about this and most of the time anymore they simply did not speak of it. It was better that way, for their relationship. He loved Sorcha, with all his heart, and the family that she’d given him but he did wish sometime she could get her to see why the Voxi were not right. Then again he was sure she felt the same about him. Their family was divided because of politics but at least there was no damage done yet. The tensions were not high enough to cause those sorts of rifts.

"I’m just glad it’s over and I hope it stays that way."

Thoughts of politics and family went out the window as he began to study Sif more closely. She looked weak, in the moment, but for what reason he was uncertain. His ears twitched as she collapsed and he came to her side quickly. Worry creased his features and she asked for a doctor… someone named Khepri. He didn’t know who that was but as long as she was conscious she could tell him where to find the man. "Tell me where he is, I will take you to him." he said urgently. "If you are too tired to stand, I can carry you…" he added, lowering his muzzle next to hers and peering into her single eye with his own. He would not abandon her here when she clearly needed help, no matter their differences or feelings. He did not hate Sif, but sometimes got the impression that she might dislike him. That sort of thing didn’t matter, especially not now.


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SIF ASGAUT
Bulletproof, Nothing to Lose

As much as she wanted to agree with him, she knew that wouldn’t be the case, not with the increasing tensions that would only cause more restlessness in this land. Though, for his family, maybe they’d stay out of it and at least his wishes could be met to some extent where his loved ones were at least kept free. That was up to them to stay out of trouble though, not the masses but who was to say everyone that got arrested actually had a reason to be there. She couldn’t wholly say everyone she saw in the dungeon should be there but at least the reasons that hung them on nooses were worthy of it. The judicial system helped clear many names but not all of them and she couldn’t help but often wonder if some were still falsely accused even still. She could only hope the ones that remained in her care were just and not a framejob.

Now was hardly the time for her mind to formulate anything further on the subject; however, that conversation quickly dissolved before she was done with it, actually enjoying the bit of banter with her old student. If only it had been this way when he was under her, maybe she never would have had such a sour view of him in the first place but nothing could erase some of it from her mind no matter the circumstances he gave. Though could she really blame him when she’d probably leave her own post if her daughter was in the same position. That thought too would vanish as quickly as it came as her body continued to feel disgusting.

His closer and closer proximity was rather uncomfortable, especially as the wash of white overtook her vision but was replaced with a bright emerald. That put her a little more at ease than had it been that crystal blue that sent ice into her body. Her ears bent back at everything he said, having a hard time concentrating with everything else ailing her mixed with his face being so close to her own. Had she been healthy, she might have nipped him on the nose or tapped it with a paw to get him to get out of her space but right now wasn’t one of those times.

“Melrose,” she said after a long pause, paws digging into the snow as she tried to keep herself from zoning out, though it lacked the grit to hurt her back. Taking in a breath, the air would only make her throat feel worse, thinking it was closer up on her but as things pieced together with each symptom, she realized this might be Diptheria. “He teaches at the college but he might be in the cottage not far from it. Back away Baelfire, this might be contagious if it is what I think it is. We don't need everyone getting sick,” she cautioned, slowly trying to get back up on her own. She didn’t want him getting sick. She could get there herself, at least she was pigheaded enough to believe that.

With effort she’d get to her paws, taking slow steps south, not looking forward to the trek even if she can make it on her own but she had been through worse. She nearly collapsed right back down but she was avid, using pure determination to make any progress though she’d only get a few meters before her body would reject her advances and send her crashing right back into the snow a lot less gracefully than the first time. Her head lulled in the snow for a few seconds before trying again, not sure how she would tell Aurora where she was headed, she couldn’t leave her up here on her own but what could she do. Baelfire didn’t know her.

“Fuck-” she grumbled, collapsing for the third time after making even less distance, feeling utterly helpless.

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Baelfire was glad she knew someone he could take her to because he knew nothing about medicine or healing. If she had not given him a name and location, he likely would have just tried to lead her to the college for help, That would have been her best bet, he thought.

As she warned him to back away, that she might be contagious, he shook his head. He’d been caring for his sick wife for a while now and hadn’t caught whatever she had, he wasn’t afraid of whatever Sif had either. It was evident she would need help to get her all the way to Melrose anyway with the way she was struggling to move all on her own. She had been fine moments before and whatever this was could be serious as it had come on suddenly and taken her down within moments. "Let me carry you, Sif. I can do it." he said gently.

If she would allow it, he would approach her side and attempt to scoop her onto his back so that he could carry her wherever she needed to go. He was much larger than she was and so it was not the hardest feat. He would say nothing of it as he continue through the woods, heading to Melrose in hopes of finding this cottage near the college.

[ baelfire exits via fade ]


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