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[socrowdedinhere]

 

Darnell: *will still /thank/ them for their work and will lead Mitham to the dining hall where they can settle to wait . . . though he'll let himself put his head down on his folded arms for "just a moment" and wind up dosing off*

Mitham: *nudges him when food is brought* No, ma'am, he really is hungry, he's just tired too. He's been working hard.

Darnell: *flinches and sits up, rubbing his face with both hands* Mnn...s-sorry. I'm sorry. *gives the woman a grin* Thank you, miss!

J'har: *she gives a sheepish little smile and a little bow.* It's nothing, milord. I just did not wish to disturb you if you preferred to rest.

Darnell: *wry grin* No, it's fine. It's just been a really, /really/ long day already. *will accept his plate gratefully*

J'har: *small sympathetic smile* Some good food should help with that, milord. Please let me know if there's anything else you need.

Darnell: I will, thank you, miss. *will dig in...he really is hungry, this whole affair really has taken a lot out of him*

Mitham: *is digging in too.* So what happens now?

Darnell: I'm not sure. I'd like to stay at least a night, make /sure/ there aren't any further attacks . . . probably go ahead and stay here the week if Lord DuPrae is all right with it, which I'm sure he will be. Check on Shaila periodically. I'll pick up more supplies and clothes for you both - /you/ already need another new shirt. *said with a wry grin, nodding at his bloody sides and sleeves* If there's nothing else, when Shaila's well enough, we'll start for home.

Mitham: *glances...* ...Sorry...

Darnell: *soft huff of a laugh, shaking his head* You couldn't have known. Besides, the blood can be washed out. No harm done. *really, he's not upset at all - if anything, he's lightly teasing* *studies him* Thank you, by the way. I think you've saved me /twice/ now. That was very brave, what you did. Darting into the room and kicking at the stone.

Mitham: *looks at Darnell.* I... He looked connected to it, I did't... know what else to do. All his attention was on you and the lady. *a beat* Was she really your mom?

Darnell: ............... *eyes go /wet/ again and he nods, looking away* Yup . . . s-she really...was. She said the pendant summoned her. *puts down his utensils to prop his face in a hand for a moment, grieving again - he misses her so much...*

Mitham: *that makes his own eyes wet and he pauses to rest a hand on Darnell* ...What a gift... to see her again. *he'd give almost anything to see his mom again, even if he couldn't touch or speak to her... just to see her.* 

Darnell: *n-nods . . . pulls a deep breath, sniffing, and will stand to shift around the table and /hug/ Mitham for a moment before resettling to finish eating*

Mitham: *can’t help the soft huffsob at the hug, /clinging/ back. He’s regained control by the time Darnell lets him go.* ...I wonder how Shaila’s doing... *changing subjects and refocusing elsewhere...*

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Darnell: *shakes his head* I doubt it. I asked Sanrin, the Overseer of ((Capitol)) Church about that once. I don't remember what all he said, how he explained it, but parasitic infestations are tricky for wielders to deal with. They're something that's actually best left to a healer's medicines.

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Mitham: *wilts a bit. He was hoping she’d not have to suffer through recovery.* But she /will/ get better. *he /has/ to believe that...*

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Darnell: Oh, yes. She will. Rafa will take good care of her. *will finish eating, and when Mitham's done, they'll take their dishes bacm to the kitchen, then go find Emon*

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Emon: *is letting those Darnell didn’t speak to before just...vent. Encouraging and comforting and assuring them that it’s all over. The good detective took care of things during lunch.*
Elhokar: *smiles as Darnell approaches* They’re talking about you. *said softly*

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Darnell: *small grin* I hear venting. *will peek in, just taking visual stock of the situation, not intending to disrupt at all.*

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Elhokar: They need to talk, even with the cause of their problems gone, they need to just talk.

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Darnell: *still with the little, wry grin* So long as it's not about me. *but then he nods, serious* But yup, they do. I'm glad he's letting them. *leans back on the wall, one hand over his face - good heavens, he's tired. What a day it's been, and it's only barely past noon...*

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Elhokat: He always tries to give them time. *studies Darnell* You should go rest, sir. We have a room prepared for you if you wish to rest here.

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Darnell: *nods* Yes, thank you. I think I will. *to Mitham* Nap, then go check on Shaila? *sound like a plan? They were there just this morning, only hours ago, but he knows Mitham is anxious*

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Mitham: *nods* Yeah. That sounds good. *been a rough day for both of them.*

Speaking of, busy day? /snugs

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Darnell: *nods, then turns to Elhokar, ready to go wherever led*

@_@

[socrowdedinhere]

Elhokar: *claps his shoulder and leads him off to a guest room.* Rest well, detective. You too, young man.
Mitham: *blushes softly at being addressed in such a respectful manner*

*cuddles* Almost over...

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Darnell: Thank you, Captain. Wake us in, say, two hours?