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WHO: Cyril and OPEN.
WHAT: Merrick is suffering from the posion. This is the place for people to worry about him.
WHEN: During the Crow Plot
WHERE: Merrick and Cyril's room.
NOTES: Merrick has been poisoned, so there's that. Also; talk of grief and death as that brings back bad memories for Clan Ashara, and Cyril's inability to self-care.

Sam had brought Merrick in from the cold. The healers had done what they could. Now all that was left was to wait for the poison to make it's way through Merrick's body.

They knew by now that Zevran was missing. There was this strange ache in Cyril's chest when he thought about that, strong enough that he could notice it over the overpowering anxiety he felt about Merrick. He was aware they were coming up with a plan to get Zevran back, but most of that talk wasn't sticking when Cyril heard it.

It wasn't that he didn't care about the rescue. He cared a great deal about what happened to Zevran, it was that any new information just felt jumbled up in Cyril's head. He could only really focus on the way that Merrick looked. He was in pain, everyone could see that, but he couldn't wake or break free from it.

Cyril was stuck to the side of their shared bed. He sat in a chair with his legs folded up towards his body. He had reached out one of his hands clasped it over Merrick's. He wasn't planning on moving until his brother woke, not unless a healer needed the space by the bed. Nothing else really mattered to him. He didn't need to sleep, or eat, or do anything other than watch and wait.

Anyone who saw him could see that his body was very tense and stiff. He looked like someone who was just on the edge of a flight or fight reaction. His eyes were wide and staring down at the bed. Merrick's body was sweating and suffering. It reminded Cyril too much like how members of his Clan described the plague victims of past. He had no memories of that time, other than a dim impression of his mother's last moments, but it was enough to leave him feeling anxious and devastated.

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"I wouldn't be surprised if that's the case." Merrick did seem like the kind of elf who would go out to do something just to prove the contrary. "You may never know, he might just wake up when you least expect it."

"That's why I'm staying here," Cyril explains. "I just know if I go somewhere that will be when he does it, just to keep me on my toes."

That certainly made sense to Bruce. He have a small nod, and attempts his encouraging smile once more. He doesn't know how effective it is but as long as it can help even a little, that was the best he could ask for.

"He'll be fine," he says once more. "By next month you won't even remember this. He'll be up and running before you know it."

"I seem to know it now," he says after a moment, but that's less about trying to deny what Bruce says and more an expression of the pain that he's experiencing.

"Is there anything I should be doing?"

"Just stay by him as much as you can." It's cliched, he knows, but it honestly is the best advice he could give right now. Herbs and magic and everything could heal the body, but healing the heart and the soul wasn't something that he could do. That was up to people like this elf, and the others that were close to Merrick. "As long as he has people to support him, he'll make it through."