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[sirsolace]

♬ November - Azure Ray

WHO || Solace, Christos, Francesca's dead body... and you??? [open open open]
WHAT || Solace has started the process of resurrection: and now it's a waiting game
WHERE || Knights' HQ: the medical wing
WHEN || Sunday, Mar 8 - Tuesday, March 10
HOW || Prose or actionspam, you pick.

Christos apparently made a scene upon the Knights' return, demanding that Solace himself be the one to perform the resurrection spell on Francesca - and then refusing to leave while it happened, despite the cleric's annoyed protestations. La Krail seems to have won out in the end, because he hasn't really left the room since.

Not all bodies are strong enough to survive a resurrection, and until a dead body had been fully healed, the soul would simply not return to it, considering it an inanimate object as fit for inhabiting as an empty Mountain Dew can. It was a painful process, waiting for a dead body to slowly restore itself, and not knowing what the end result would be.

It's common practice for the medical wing to be left open to those who wish to visit the deceased, so for those who want to, they can come by to pay their respects, or offer some prayers or positive energy, in hopes that Francesca will recover.

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[attollores]

Alainn had brought herself back to the castle using one of her most powerful spells, zipping through a phone line and arriving instantly back at Headquarters. She had made a stop at a local boutique, buying a new pair of black leggings and a comfortable, baggy sweater and ankle socks with comfortable ballerina slippers. She had also gotten a bouquet of white and purple heather and blue irises.

That had given her nearly an hour of time after Solace had finished doing what he could, and not barge right in the door when he was done while she gathered the other supplies that she would need. She knew the cleric would have cleaned the injury sight where ever it was, but it wouldn't have been on his mind to take care of the rest. If this had been her in Francesca's place she would want someone to clean her up, though preferably not Solace himself.

She knocks on the door quietly, not really expecting an answer. She knows Christos is inside, had heard what happened between he and Thomas on the plane, and was sure she wouldn't receive a good reception, but she wasn't here for him. She was here for Francesca. After a respectable moment she lets herself into the room, eyes immediately going to the bed and Francesca, then scanning quickly to Christos.

"May I?" She places the flowers on the bedside table as she says this, her eyes going back to Christos. She had already gathered the supplies necessary, warm water, soap, towels, etc and waits for him to respond, if he does, before proceeding.

[everyredcent]

Christos' eyes follow Alainn's every tiny movement when she walks in the door, riveting onto her and not breaking off for a second. He looks over the supplies she carries, and a deep crease appears in his forehead. While he doesn't budge from his seat in a chair against the wall, he radiates an entire aura of GTFO.

So it's no surprise just how bristly his tone is when he speaks.

"What do you think you're doing." It's spoken flatly, hardly a question, and more an accusation.

[attollores]

"Cleaning her up. I doubt she would want to come back and be a mess." Her voice is even, unchallengeing and unassuming. He can bristle all he wants, she doesn't mind.

She sets the rest of her supplies down, then sits on the opposite side of the bed from Christos, wetting a towel, applying soap and gently wiping at Francesca's face with slow, even strokes. She makes no move to stop, or make any further conversation, though she is acutely aware of Christos and the death glare he has fixed on her.

[everyredcent]

Welp, she's about to mind. Because he stands up abruptly and his hand shoots out to grab her wrist. And he glares her down angrily.

"The clerics will do that."

[attollores]

She looks up as soon as he touches her, eyes honing in on the hand clamped around her wrist. They travel up to his quickly, slightly narrowed but holding no anger. After a moment she twists her wrist away from his fingers, placing the cloth back in the bowl and straightening away from the bed. She certainly isn't going to argue, and she really doesn't want to piss him off even more.

"That's fine. I bought her some new clothes that would be comfortable, in case they want to use them."

She leaves the supplies she had brought on the table, only taking the basin and towel out with her. It was time to call Thomas and get their drink on.