Ever faithful and reliable, Chulane came to help her lift Deimos: with a push from the knees and a strong hand on his back, he was up, Morgan holding him up as he stumbled on their journey through the gates. "Let's take him to Loren's infirmary. In the Palace. I...don't know where Loren is, but there are beds there." She instructed, heading with the General (or ex-General?) down the main street of the Citadel, the Council Hall and Palace not too far directly ahead.
As they passed the threshold into town she heard Deimo's apology and shook her head, using the hand not on his back to pat his hand. "Nothing to apologise for, Deimos. You are ill. I'm not sure how you ended up in our Citadel...but we will do our best to care for you while you are here." Of course, hundreds of questions went through her mind: How had he gotten here? Where was his wife? Didn't she care? How long would it take for Deimos (and the others) to recover?
All she could do was look over to Chulane to make sure he was alright continuing to support Deimos, then walk with a new determination forward. "We are going to take you somewhere comfortable."
As they passed the threshold into town she heard Deimo's apology and shook her head, using the hand not on his back to pat his hand. "Nothing to apologise for, Deimos. You are ill. I'm not sure how you ended up in our Citadel...but we will do our best to care for you while you are here." Of course, hundreds of questions went through her mind: How had he gotten here? Where was his wife? Didn't she care? How long would it take for Deimos (and the others) to recover?
All she could do was look over to Chulane to make sure he was alright continuing to support Deimos, then walk with a new determination forward. "We are going to take you somewhere comfortable."
MORGAN
Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go
The worries that refuse to let us go
