Lunaria Silver
One Thousand Club
Hallway and then Infirmary
@folclor
Lillith frowned at what she assumed was an insult before realizing that she had drank too much. 'Hmm. The boy is a bit more like a human than I thought.' That was concerning. She didn't want him to die, but she didn't want to change him into a Chevalier either, which would save him. Well. She assumed that the nurses could save him, since the otter boy was somehow still alive.
'What to do? What to do...' She wondered before sighing and picking him up. She remembered where the infirmary was, so she would take him there. He was a tiny bit heavier than she had expected, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She had been known to pick up statues to throw at people sometimes.
Holding the slowly dying boy in her arms she dashed past the otter boy, his girlfriend, and Geralt. As she passed by them they would feel a rush of air, even though it was unlikely that they would see anything more than a blur with how quickly she was moving.
It didn't take her particularly long before she opened the door to the infirmary and set the blonde boy down on a cot. The nurses were strange, and by no means appetizing, but she wasn't concerned by them as they set to work on the boy.
Lillith walked out the door without a word of explanation as to what had happened to the boy, walking out of the infirmary. She did hope that they could save him. If not, she would regret her decision not to turn him.
@folclor
Lillith frowned at what she assumed was an insult before realizing that she had drank too much. 'Hmm. The boy is a bit more like a human than I thought.' That was concerning. She didn't want him to die, but she didn't want to change him into a Chevalier either, which would save him. Well. She assumed that the nurses could save him, since the otter boy was somehow still alive.
'What to do? What to do...' She wondered before sighing and picking him up. She remembered where the infirmary was, so she would take him there. He was a tiny bit heavier than she had expected, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She had been known to pick up statues to throw at people sometimes.
Holding the slowly dying boy in her arms she dashed past the otter boy, his girlfriend, and Geralt. As she passed by them they would feel a rush of air, even though it was unlikely that they would see anything more than a blur with how quickly she was moving.
It didn't take her particularly long before she opened the door to the infirmary and set the blonde boy down on a cot. The nurses were strange, and by no means appetizing, but she wasn't concerned by them as they set to work on the boy.
Lillith walked out the door without a word of explanation as to what had happened to the boy, walking out of the infirmary. She did hope that they could save him. If not, she would regret her decision not to turn him.