[open & closed] and when that day comes

[thereneverwas]

WHO: Barrow & friends
WHAT: ye olde lyrium detox in its various stages
WHEN: vaguely Wintermarch
WHERE: the infirmary
NOTES: I'll be adding a few starters at a time since I want later developments to feel organic and make sense. please feel free to request something if you don't see it here!

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[thereneverwas]

A silent nod and a gesture to the steps beside her, and Prudence is as welcoming as any, even if she doesn't smile readily. Brow still creased with worry, she offers a practiced spiel:

"My brother, Obeisance, is a member of Riftwatch. I've come to help while he recovers."

[dissolving]

He breaks a roll between hand, cants an ear to the rehearsal.

Oughta have spied the resemblance: Broad and strong, the way Barrow's built — the way that Barrows must be. Afira looks a little like him, but you can't see it the same. Different frames on the picture.

"Good on you to come," She knows that. "Cedric. I work with him some."

Don't need the details just now. Don't need to go calling death when it's stood so close. A crow hops across the yard, another; too big for the cats to take, and eyeing the bread.

"Don't have brothers," Not the sort she means. He picks off a bit of crust, pitches it toward the yard in a blur of squabbling beaks. "But my cousin, we used to shut her in closets."

Only for a little while. The admission cants his eyes sidelong, across the crook of a smile. An invitation to happier times.

[thereneverwas]

"Prudence," she says softly in return, watching the crow rather than making direct eye contact. There are an awful lot of cats around, but the bird is fearless.

Despite the somberness of the situation, she can't help but quirk a small smile in response to Cedric's reminiscence. Closets.
"He wouldn't dare," she murmurs in quiet humor, shaking her head at the ground. "He pushed me in the pond once, when we were little. I don't remember, but... he said it was around the time he decided to look after me, instead."

A brusque little snort follows, but still fond: "he got in less trouble that way."