Bastien wrinkled his nose as the smell of the medicinal teas hit him, wondered if people here believed in bogus potions here as much as they had at home, but didn't comment. He trusted Phoebe knew enough to not poison people and a bad taste wouldn't kill Rexanna. He went to the cupboard to fetch the rags but with the water still heating up came back to sit and stare stricken at his love.
But his face did not long stay a picture of concern, not after Phoebe told him the person to blame for this. [Say]"Lucas...?"[/say] He repeated, shocked to hear the name of his friend in the place of the culprit. But he trusted Rexanna entirely and his hands bunched into fists in his lap as he began to grit his teeth.
[Say]"Yes, I know the figlio di puttana. Accepted him into our artists guild...I did not know he was the kind of snake who would do such a thing. Oh, he will regret it. "[/say] Usually, in the rare times Bastien got angry, it was a lot of gesturing and yelling but here he was cold, staring ahead at a fixed point on the wall. The sound of the whistling kettle only came to him after a few seconds of its call and he stiffly got up to see to the rags.
But his face did not long stay a picture of concern, not after Phoebe told him the person to blame for this. [Say]"Lucas...?"[/say] He repeated, shocked to hear the name of his friend in the place of the culprit. But he trusted Rexanna entirely and his hands bunched into fists in his lap as he began to grit his teeth.
[Say]"Yes, I know the figlio di puttana. Accepted him into our artists guild...I did not know he was the kind of snake who would do such a thing. Oh, he will regret it. "[/say] Usually, in the rare times Bastien got angry, it was a lot of gesturing and yelling but here he was cold, staring ahead at a fixed point on the wall. The sound of the whistling kettle only came to him after a few seconds of its call and he stiffly got up to see to the rags.
