[francel opens his eyes blearily to see the manor guard's concerned face; he lifts his hand weakly, thereby assuring the man that all is quite well and that house haillenarte's youngest master has not, in fact, befallen some terrible fate on this day of saint valeroyant's honor.
the guard seems to know what to do. "v-very well then, inside," he says, anxiously looking about as if for a chirurgeon. "i will inform civerege."
the guard ushers them inside, and beseeches ser zephirin to set the young lord on a nearby chaise set at the entrance specifically for this purpose. civerege, as it turns out, is lord francel's personal manservant, who hurriedly brings over a glass of water. the man smiles apologetically at zephirin, whom he dimly remembers as being francel's guest from a few nights prior. "lord francel has these — spells," he explains. "he will be fine with some rest, and some fluids. come now, my lord, can you hold this yourself?"
francel reaches weakly for the glass, meaning to lift it to his lips himself — he is old enough, strong enough for this — but his wrist buckles suddenly, and he spills a small amount of the water upon his chest. he grimaces.]
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the guard seems to know what to do. "v-very well then, inside," he says, anxiously looking about as if for a chirurgeon. "i will inform civerege."
the guard ushers them inside, and beseeches ser zephirin to set the young lord on a nearby chaise set at the entrance specifically for this purpose. civerege, as it turns out, is lord francel's personal manservant, who hurriedly brings over a glass of water. the man smiles apologetically at zephirin, whom he dimly remembers as being francel's guest from a few nights prior. "lord francel has these — spells," he explains. "he will be fine with some rest, and some fluids. come now, my lord, can you hold this yourself?"
francel reaches weakly for the glass, meaning to lift it to his lips himself — he is old enough, strong enough for this — but his wrist buckles suddenly, and he spills a small amount of the water upon his chest. he grimaces.]
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