Cedric's wary of the infirmary at the best of times: Hates the smell of a sickbed, the trap of a shut door. Lately, that's all there is. Freak accidents and fucking amputations, Abby walking about with a broken nose. Barrow's best try fallen flat.
Been too busy to visit, between covering guard shifts, and what bits of Ness' work he can manage to intercept. Between testing shelves and counting the years a man has left. Been too busy — that's his story and he's sticking to it. He'll catch them both when they're out, in the long days when visitors recede. When the hair on his own neck'll lie flat again.
When he can keep himself out of it.
"Ma'am," But new faces need minding. Can't spy an anchor, and she doesn't look the part of Riftwatch. Ordinarily, guests go to the Quartermaster. Ordinarily, the Quartermaster's not recovering from surgery. "Mind if I sit? Don't reckon we've been introduced."
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Been too busy to visit, between covering guard shifts, and what bits of Ness' work he can manage to intercept. Between testing shelves and counting the years a man has left. Been too busy — that's his story and he's sticking to it. He'll catch them both when they're out, in the long days when visitors recede. When the hair on his own neck'll lie flat again.
When he can keep himself out of it.
"Ma'am," But new faces need minding. Can't spy an anchor, and she doesn't look the part of Riftwatch. Ordinarily, guests go to the Quartermaster. Ordinarily, the Quartermaster's not recovering from surgery. "Mind if I sit? Don't reckon we've been introduced."