There is something of a quandary here for Vivienne. She's terribly concerned about Zevran. She cares about how he fairs. Yet caring is a weakness. Perhaps she should not care as much as she does and that is something she will wrestle into submission later. But in the moment she wants, no needs, to see the Antivan elf assassin that's wriggled into the cracks of her icy heart. She's heard the most dreadful things and goes looking for reassurance that he's not dead, nor in any immediate danger of being so.

Now the perpetrators of this assault? She can't speak for their prolonged longevity. Vivienne is quite pissed off. And an angry Iron Lady is a dangerous beast indeed.

She comes mid-morning bearing a care package nestled into a basket. A bottle of brandy for later, herbal tonics, sleeping draughts. In the other hand is a steaming pot of coffee. Vivienne had waited until she was quite satisfied he must have slept himself out for the night. A bracing cup of coffee and its intense bitterness would be just the thing to stimulate the humours. Both equally important to the healing process, at least of the physical variety. Her visit was intended to aid the emotional healing, best as she is able.

A rap on the door and she announces herself. "Darling, are you indisposed at the moment?" Nakedness is of no concern to her, though if he's at his morning toilette, she'll return later.