the hailstorm
”Neron, please.” A catlike smile spreads across his face as Isla appears, and he ducks his head in a nod and follows wherever she might want him to go. He still moves gingerly, though compared to some of the poor saps in the Infirmary, he’s doing just dandy. ”Yes, that’s right. We did manage to get the Citadel back, though, so it isn’t all bad.”
Heading into the examination room, Neron sinks down onto the bed and carefully shrugs out of his coat and unbuttons his shirt. A former duke he might be, he is nevertheless not one for modesty, and besides, Isla will probably want to see what she’s working with. The burns are mostly healed - mostly being the operative word - but a few still look pretty nasty. ”Is it normal for it to take so long?” he wonders.
Heading into the examination room, Neron sinks down onto the bed and carefully shrugs out of his coat and unbuttons his shirt. A former duke he might be, he is nevertheless not one for modesty, and besides, Isla will probably want to see what she’s working with. The burns are mostly healed - mostly being the operative word - but a few still look pretty nasty. ”Is it normal for it to take so long?” he wonders.
