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[reek]

I’ll not congratulate anyone for the beginnings of this cure.

[ Oh, look, it's that guy who pisses everyone off. The corner of his mouth quirks into a cruel smirk, but his teeth are clenched too tightly and his eyes burn too fiercely for any proper smile. It’s a struggle for him to remain as guarded as he would prefer, and there are cracks in his armor: he’s clearly angry and upset. ]

My sister was among the ill. Was. I have been informed that she has since returned to the pods—still uncured.

[ He tries to keep his tone even and cold, void of emotion, but his voice breaks ever so slightly. He and Asha weren’t close, not like he’s known siblings should be, but it’s a deep cut to be abandoned again, and it hurts to know that one of the few people he felt he could trust in this place is gone. Clearing his throat, he continues.]

Which leads me to the question at hand. What reason do I, or the worried, or any of the ailing, have to trust the maesters here? Healers--whatever name you may know them by. Months, this has gone on, to the point where someone is gone and remains unhealed.

[ He knows better than to critique those who have done nothing but help, but his anger is directionless otherwise, so he chuckles cruelly, and that cheshire smirk widens. ]

They’ve been all but useless.

Comments

[nineteenfortyfive]

[There's a study of the screen for a moment, and then she nods, buying that well enough.]

Take it easy. Get ill and you'll find yourself having to listen to Theon stomping about.

[veneries]

Stomping is likely the worst he can do. [He says it almost fondly, almost like it's a nice joke rather than a quiet jab at just how useless Theon is, sitting there and watching Ramsay fool this lovely young woman with his charm.]

[nineteenfortyfive]

That almost sounded like an attempt at humour, Willem. [Good job. Maybe he's learning.]

[veneries]

I do my best, my lady. [And it's a much better best than Theon's, amirite]

[nineteenfortyfive]

You can call me Claire, Willem. It's fine.

[Because she appreciates dry humour.]

[veneries]

Of course, my lady Claire. [His grin hints that he's doing it deliberately]

[reek]

[ ROLLING HIS EYES SO HARD AT BOTH OF YOU RN HE HATES YOU BOTH AND YOUR STUPID CONVERSATION SO MUCH? HOW IS HE THE BAD GUY HERE WHEN YOU'RE BOTH SO INSUFFERABLE HOW DARE? ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Very funny. [Oh, you.]

[veneries]

As you say, Claire. [What, like he's not going to take the compliment???




HE SEES YOU THERE, THEON. BEING A BITTER LITTLE MAN. :P]