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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.

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[reek]

[ Suddenly, he realizes that he hasn't been as careful as he usually is. Something akin to panic flashes across his face as he glances about himself, making certain that nothing that could give away the identities of his housemates may be visible. He's doesn't trust them, but he wants to keep them safe. ]

Not here. Meet me elsewhere. I don't care where.

[emblazes]

[Theon's already the perfect level of paranoia to be best friends with Keith. Of course, the sudden change in expression earns him a look -- nothing too shitty, but he won't question it. Meeting new people in crowded areas is kind of a thing back home, isn't it...]

Alright, how about the marketplace?

[He did say he didn't care, but it's a formality thing.]

[reek]

[ He knows it's odd behavior, but it's for the best that he keep on his toes, so he ignores that look. When he’s satisfied, he nods, still looking on edge. ]

Aye. That will do.

[emblazes]

[It's fine, paranoia meet paranoia. Keith's got no right to be judgmental here; it's an easily dismissed reservation.]

I'll meet you in front of the fruit stand then.

[Starting as soon as the feed ends, which maybe goes without saying? He doesn't say it.]

[reek]

[ Theon's only other response is a curt nod, and then he cuts the feed. No other time was agreed upon, so in his world, it goes without saying that this meeting should take place immediately. Keith can expect him there, right on time. ]

[emblazes]

[Keith was raised by wolves and aliens, so the unspoken law rings true to him as well. He's on his way, heading right for the market just after the feed cuts. He's wearing his usual Galran bodysuit, weapon strapped to his back, but he's lacking his mask (to make that outfit of his a bit kinder) and that weapon of his isn't any bigger than a kitchen knife.

More apparent is a small pouch in his hand; big enough to contain something the size of a pencil holder -- syringe holder, in this case, antidote included. Theon may've only just arrived as Keith advances onto the scene. There's a half-wave as he recognizes the face ahead.]

so sorry for the super late backtag on this. feel free to ignore if you prefer!

[reek]

[ Despite being miserable in the humid Wyver weather, Theon stubbornly continues to dress in black accented with gold: his house colors, and one of the few ways he can continue to tie himself to his homeland. He’s lucky enough to spot Keith quickly, but doesn’t return the wave. He offers a curt nod instead as he approaches. ]

You’ve brought it?

no worries

[emblazes]

[All business...that's fine.

He'll step ahead to help close that gap, immediately reaching into a pouch at the mentioning of bringing it. It's offered forward in the same motion -- not carrying a ton of things with him at the moment. The vial's clear, comes with a case containing an unused syringe for future use. Maybe the liquid could just be ingested orally? He's not sure. They were distributed with those needles, so.]

Yeah, [Belated, but there's some affirmation.] that's what was left, should be good enough for one person, at least.

[reek]

[ There’s doubt etched into his features as he opens the case to confirm its contents. He has no idea how to get this to Asha now, not while she’s in stasis, but it’s the best help he’s been offered. If anything, he can save it, hold his breath and hope that she won’t get worse in the pod, and give it to her should she wake once more. She's the only family he has who gives half a shit about him, so he does the same in turn.

He snaps the case shut once more as his gaze flickers back to Keith. ]

This helped your friend? This small amount was all it took?

[emblazes]

[There's a nod; he'd be skeptical in his shoes just as well.]

Just that, without supplements later on.

[To his knowledge.]

If anything changes, we'll have to meet up again. It works best with the syringe.

[There's a pause there...skeptical himself -- trying to gauge whether or not he'd know what to do with that information.]