WEEK 2 - CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

[maladied]

Let's retire in the countryside
Just as you wish it

Welcome to Hillbury

You come to in an intricately decorated dressing room. For those familiar with it, the style seems to be that of a Victorian manor house, and to those that aren't, even you can tell this is a stately room fit for the elite. In fact, you too, are decorated to match, fully dressed in luxurious suits or dresses, elegant and perfectly tailored, but still somewhat breezy and lightweight for the time period and class it belongs to. Looking outside, you get a view of a rolling and bright countryside. In the far distance, fields of crops and grazing cows can be barely spotted, but all of the nearby landmarks are elegant manors presumably similar to the one you stand in.

Comments

[rescuebullet]

[ It looks like those who aren't in the party are currently getting it, so she'll check in on everybody who was in melee range with Henrietta, checking them over and trying to apply first aid where she can. ]

Tell me where you're hurt?

[ She can listen to the explanations while giving out treatment. Might as well do it here, while it doesn't hurt to touch. ]

[taintedfayth]

[As kind as the offer is, Mira might want to stay away from this one for a little while until the Enrage fully wears off, because... yeah, Seymour does not look like he is having a great time right now!

It's (probably) fine?]

[rescuebullet]

[ Is anybody having a good time today?

She'll wait until he seems calmer before she approaches. ]

[taintedfayth]

[He'll still bristle when she comes near, but the madness is gone from his eyes, at least for now.]

You wish to look at this, I assume.

[And by 'this' he means his bitten arm, hastily wrapped with a not-very-effective attempt at a bandage. He'll hold it out for her to examine.]

[rescuebullet]

[ The bristling doesn't deter her, there's a job to do. ]

Yes, please. It's best to treat it now.

Sorry, this might sting a little bit.

[ She'll take the messy bandages off and start cleaning the wound before properly bandaging it up. ]

[taintedfayth]

[If it stings, it doesn't show on his face. He'll just quietly hold still until she is finished with it, because even he has to admit that he's no medic.]

... I thank you.

[rescuebullet]

Of course. I'm used to bandaging up injuries, but I really wish we didn't need that skill in the first place.

[ What a weird... hallucination? Dream? ]

Let me know if it hurts later?

[taintedfayth]

[He nods an affirmation, but he's really not that talkative at the moment for multiple reasons.

The gratitude is genuine, though.]