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The De’bayle Curse - Killian’s Tattoo

" Quarcy. Quarcy Questant. I came with the library "

"I am willing to brace that storm for him," "Killian! Killian I am going to help you, alright? Just... be ready okay?"

"Need it. Forgive me. I am underwhelming in all this. There are so many other important things."

"It does not mean pain, my sweet zinnia."

Quarcy Questant: " Welcome Ser Denz " Quarcy Questant: " Lady Jancis " Quarcy Questant nods. Denz De'bayle || The door creaked as force was pressed against it, and the portal swung open swiftly. Denz had shouldered the door open, barely missing the conjurer as Hestia had pulled him aside. Behind him was a taller gentleman, garbed in a worn and dirtied red coat, much too warm for the climate of the Shroud. A cloth hood covered much of his features, save the grey beard falling from his chin. Denz De'bayle practically hopped into the room after shouldering aside the door. "Hestia! I found th-" He stopped, blinking around the room in confusion. "...We had a library?" Hestia De'bayle: "Evening Denz," Hestia noted flatly as he just barely avoided hitting Killian. "And Jancis as well. How fare you two?" She leans in, looking toward the older man, "ah, it is a somewhat recent development." Killian De'bayle is probably oblivious to the narrow miss.

Jancis Milburga followed the pair close behind, checking to make sure the red cloak didn't catch on anything as they made their way through. "Good eve, Lord Quarcy.

Quarcy Questant: " We HAVE a library "

Denz De'bayle tilts his head, the gaze falling to the elezen in the corner with a curious look. "... Who is he?" There was something familiar about the man, but Denz could not remember where he had met him before. If he had ever. Killian De'bayle: "Who is who?" Quarcy Questant: " Quarcy. Quarcy Questant. I came with the library " Jancis Milburga comments softly, "Thaliak's Joy." And peeks around at the books from afar while still being semi-doting on their companion. Denz De'bayle || The elder clears his throat, pulling back the hood to reveal his ancient features. A faded De'bayle tattoo was etched across his forehead, stepping around Denz and the ajar door to start wandering further into the library. His wizened features raise with notable impression, but he remained silent. ♦Denz De'bayle: We... hired a librarian? Denz De'bayle fails to understand Quarcy Questant. Killian De'bayle: "Who--who is that?" Hestia De'bayle: "An old friend of the Viscountess'. He was brought on to care for books but also has some knowledge on how to handle and contain... dark matters," she gestures up a hand, still keeping her gaze on the older man. "Is that..." Denz De'bayle || The old man turned on Hestia, a cane in hand to bap the top of it into her arm. "Do you know any other ancient De'bayles, girl? If so, I'd love to meet who you would confuse me for!" He cackled. Yep, that was Nuarmac. He tapped the bottom of his cane on the ground leaning on it.

Hestia De'bayle: "Worry not, great-uncle, I simply wished to make sure my eyes were not decieving me," she scoffs. "I will say, it is good to see you. I hope your time out venturing has been pleasant," she peers back over toward Denz, "I take it you have come here with purpose then?" ♦Denz De'bayle: "Purpose." Though I suppose it was purpose enough to dig him out of the Shroud lest he be lost in its roots. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac looked back at Denz, swiping some branch leaves from his shoulder. "I was -napping-, Denzel." Quarcy Questant stiffened like a board, honoured and terrified. Killian De'bayle: "Uh," Killian says gracelessly as the bickering ensues. Hestia De'bayle offers a far more relieved look, while still holdering her typically dour demeanor. "It is best you are well rested, you are now awake to meet my husband Killian proper," she places a hand to Killian's shoulder. "Unless you have already met?" Killian De'bayle: "I think we did...once?" Hestia De'bayle: "Though of course, not as a De'bayle." Denz De'bayle sighes, rubbing his head, before gesturing to Killian. "Aye, Uncle, this is he." Jancis Milburga half followed, keeping a curious orbit around Nuarmac. "It can be a nice place to meditate. It has so much to tell." She looks back at Denz, "Though it is easy enough to get through brambles and brook alike when you can feel who you seek, yes Denz?" Denz De'bayle steps back, looking towards Jancis. "Looking for any good titles?" Jancis Milburga: "Every book is a good title. But yes. Perhaps something like the one I have. Or something more about drugs. I have had very little luck in the Jewel." Quarcy Questant: " Alquemistry and Aetherochemical pursuits - let me get on that. " Denz De'bayle || The elder's eye were deep sunk, countering Hestia's claim that the elder was well rested. Behind those bags though were a gaze as sharp as steel. Momentarily, they lapsed over Quarcy, the shift in his posture bringing a straightening of Nuarmac's own back. He was quite a tall man, comparable in size to men such as Armont in height, shortened only by a slight hunch from age. That gaze then turned on Killian, narrowed in thought. "Yes, I remember Kerillian. Beautiful name." Denz De'bayle looks disgusted. Killian De'bayle: "Um, Killian, my lord." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac: "Oh. I thought it was a girl's name." Hestia De'bayle: "No... he is a man." Killian De'bayle 's face flushes and he lowers his head, embarrassed. Quarcy Questant shuffles through the tomes and emerges with a stack to place on the counter.

Killian De'bayle also should probably mention he has an armload of books and what appears to be a a folded tactile map, with his cane tucked under one arm. Jancis Milburga perks and checks on Nuarmac one more time before hovering over to the counter curiously. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac shook his head. "I'm aware, young lady. Few are the De'bayles who forsake the bonds of procreation to find company in akin sex." Denz De'bayle narrowed his eyes in confusion., remaining silent as he thought to himself. Hestia De'bayle: "U-Uhm..." Hestia straightens some, clearing her throat and adjusting her shirt, "ah...er."

Quarcy Questant laid a few books from elementary grade cooking etiquette to austere volumes about each individual element and its use.

Jancis Milburga looks back over at Nuarmac, rubbing her cheek like a wound before peeking at the books again, as if they were comforting. Killian De'bayle clears his throat. "Um, is there...something we can help you with?"

Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac's eyebrows perked up in humour before tapping his cane on the ground. "You require my 'services', as Denzel put it? I see my place amongst the family has fallen so low to be naught but a dispenser of brands." ♦Denz De'bayle: Uncle. ♦Denz De'bayle: You're -place- is as our spiritual leader and advisor, however that cannot be put to use when you're taking naps in the forest. ♦Denz De'bayle: -Or- hiding in a manor twenty feet beneath Coerthas' snow. Jancis Milburga: "The Twelveswood is quite spiritual. Forgive me, I misunderstood. I had thought Hestia wished to see him." Her tone is very apologetic. ♦Denz De'bayle: She did. You did, yes? Denz De'bayle fails to understand Hestia De'bayle. Quarcy Questant listens on, interested in what this sage has to offer. Hestia De'bayle: "Well we certainly have been in need of him yes. Killian is rightfully a De'bayle now and is very willing to accept what comes with that," she looks toward Denz, "but... there are some... issues that could be present." Killian De'bayle: "Oh," Killian breathes, his already-pallid face managing to pale further. He scoots a little closer to Hestia as she speaks. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac waved a dismissivly. "Complications arise and fall when all earn the brand. I remember putting yours' on, my lady, like it was yesterday..." He blinked, looking to the side. "Weren't you there, Janice? It wasn't too long ago, was it?" Hestia De'bayle: "M-Mine?" Hestia De'bayle instinctively puts her fingers up to her forehead. "Killian is a bit different I fear... it may be harder for him to adjust. Might you have suggestions for those a bit more... mentally troubled?" She murmurs out quietly. Jancis Milburga nods, "Yes. Yes I was. Her and Carina's. That was a difficult choice." Hestia De'bayle frowns, lowering her head some. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac nods, a hand combing through his beard as he looked back to the young pair. "Mentally troubled? I do not follow. The De'bayles are often thought of as crazed cultists, at any rate... We're all mentally troubled, I'd wager." He chuckled, brazenly placing his fingers on Hestia's forehead. "Ah yes, I remember this one clearly. Your were such a sickly child, not even our tattoo could help in the end..." The wrinkled digits slowly came down the center of the brand. -- Denz De'bayle -- "This was made in happier times. The face who wears it now..." He looked down at Hestia. "You need to frown less. It crinkles the tattoo." He cackled, stepping away. Hestia De'bayle only frowns further at this, her brows knitting in the process. "This is not about me. Killian is blind, as is he... his mind works differently. This brand could help him... which is a risk we are... willing to take. But it could overwhelm him as well." Quarcy Questant relaxed, somehow the cackling brought to mind a more familiar parental figure and he simply stood straight, quiet. Denz De'bayle crossed his arms, setting his mouth.

Jancis Milburga: "That is what Carina decided on agreeing, both times. But you are here to help and guide him through it, Hestia. He is not alone. I. I have seen what has come. And Killian is strong." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac settled onto his cane once more, titling his head towards Killian, and looking back towards Hestia. "We are not miracle workers, Hestia. I cannot claim it will grant him vision." Killian De'bayle: "I know it won't...it won't let me see, not really." Hestia De'bayle: "I do not believe it will grant him vision. That is not what we are betting on. He suffers from a form of aether-sickness from the circumstance of his birth. It could end his life in the span of only a few turns if we cannot find /something/ to help him normalize. I thought... perhaps the brand could help. It did not save me, but it did help. We are not looking for a cure." Hestia De'bayle: "Just... a treatment, I suppose." Denz De'bayle || The elder shook his head. "Aether sickness comes from over exposure to aether, be it ambient or directly. What you're claiming will only worsen his situation, submitting him to what we De'bayles carry." Hestia De'bayle: "Then... perhaps I am not the best to describe it. Killian...?" She looks over toward the Hyur, her expression uneasy. Killian De'bayle: "It--it's not like that. That might have been the cause, but...now it's...my body doesn't...naturally hold its own aether. I have to keep it trapped, an active process. Like I'm about to cast a spell, so I have to hold onto the aether. It's very...tiring...like trying to wade upstream all the time, and I can't do it while I'm asleep." Hestia De'bayle: "He has a ring that was given to him by our Grand-mage that helps him contain it but... it began causing him issues from prolong wear. He wears it now only to sleep." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac tapped his fingers along the head of his cane, listening and thinking to himself. "If sealing or trapping is what you seek..." He points the head of his cane to Denz. "His was a burdening amount of aether to carry. I sealed it away, that dark aether, in hopes it would never resurface. It broke under incredible distress." Denz De'bayle looked back and forth from Nuarmac to Killian. "... My apologies?" Killian De'bayle: "I...I don't want it sealed away...how would I access it then?" Hestia De'bayle: "I suppose we figured the brand could provide an abundance of aether, so he might not have to worry about constantly trapping in his own." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac waved a hand dismissively. "Such is no longer an issue, but I can indeed keep aether with one's body, sealed. However, sealed does not mean it won't affect the body itself. Denz was found crippled and unable to function for much time after we seperated him from the aether that had melded with his own life essence." He looked to Killian. "What we would trap in you, it would be a shell to protect you. Maybe to make up for the weakness you've lived with your entire life." Denz De'bayle sighes, rubbing the side of his head. Hestia De'bayle seems to brighten some, "then this could help him?" She asks hopefully, "this could perhaps help him live normally?" Denz De'bayle himself snorts. "De'bayles don't live normally, Hestia." ♦Denz De'bayle: You know this. Denz De'bayle grins tauntingly at Hestia De'bayle. Killian De'bayle: "Would I still be able to use magic?" Killian asks dubiously, perhaps somewhat more alarmed by the 'crippled and unable to function' part of Nuarmac's words. Jancis Milburga: "He recovered quickly to the change and for the better. Is as strong as ever before. That cursed crystal is far from being done with." Hestia De'bayle: "Normal is subjective," she manages a small smile, "but... if it means living a longer, healthier life. That is the sort of normal I am aiming for." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac brought a hand up to his mouth in thought, looking to Denz, who shrugged helplessly. The elder turned back to Killian. "Denz was... ungifted with aetheric control. And I have never had to seal away anything -not- evil to provide someone with a missing foundation." Denz De'bayle buries his face in disbelief.

Killian De'bayle: "So...so you don't know. If I'd be able to use magic or not." Hestia De'bayle: "I think perhaps referring to it as a 'shell' would be more approprite than a seal. That is after all, what is seems he lacks?" Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac: "I would wager the ability still accessible, if someone stunted as you learn to move aetehr through, with consideration to what is there within you." Jancis Milburga immediately disagrees, "He truly was to live with that shadow of broken thoughts and memories for decades. Denz's control is superb. Killian is clearly skilled, as well. Even if it is draining." Quarcy Questant found himself lacking for not being able to comment on this topic even once. Perhaps reverence for a family's tradition spurned him to simply listen and take it all in. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac places his hands over one another. "Aether is a fickle substance. An all-encompassing essence. To feign mastery over understanding it is ignorance, and it has shown itself to perform miracles and devlish acts both. Yours' is a pure intent and a willing body, I see no reason why you would fail." ♦Denz De'bayle: Jancis... It's okay. ♦Denz De'bayle: To be fair, I did not manipulate until after that seal broke, so there is... merit to his claim. Denz De'bayle fails to understand you. Hestia De'bayle beams to Killian, exposing sharpened canines, "Killian this is wonderful news. Even if it might be tough it could help you!" Hestia looks toward her Denz, her lips tightening, "you... you are a good man Denz. I know you are as strong as Jancis believe you are. I do." Killian De'bayle: "Because my...condition lets me understand aether more than most. I've always been sensitive to its movements and how best to use it. The one...benefit of being sick like this. Being able to use myself as a focus. But if I'm sealed away from it, so that there's a shell and it doesn't just freely move through me, how will I be able to feel it like that?" Jancis Milburga: "You do more than survive. But you concentrated and practiced daily to hold that horror within you, even used it to protect so many. And then conquerered it and sealed it away. It. It is relevant to Killian now, at the very least. Very least." Hestia De'bayle: "Does the brand already not work similarly to a shell? I have found it... helps when close to a primal? A headache, yes, but it helps..." Hestia De'bayle: "Mmm. I suppose I always thought it produced its own source of aether..." she sighs. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac looked at Jancis, setting his lips in a small frown, Denz's words causing him to tilt his head in a small nod. "I mean no offense to the boy, Janice. His strength is notable, aye. But it has shown how it stunted his own aether." Denz De'bayle || The elder looked back to Killian. "You would still have access to the aether around you, but so too would there be another wellspring to pull from. A... difficult thing to imagine or explain, but you will see what I-" He stopped, looking at Killian. "You'll understand shortly." Jancis Milburga furrows her brow. She moves behind Denz, trying to purposefully lose herself in the aura the man would give Nuarmac. Killian De'bayle chews on his lip, nervously. "I just don't want to...lose my ability to heal. It's the only thing I'm good at..." Hestia De'bayle: "That is not true Killian," Hestia looks to him with a purse of her lips, "when my mother lost her ability to heal, she picked up alchemy. Not of course... saying you would."

Denz De'bayle || The old man placed a hand on Killian's shoulder. "Nonsense, Kerillian. I can heal the greatest of wounds with mine aether. Mayhaps one day someone will stick around long enough to learn it too." Denz De'bayle || He cackles. Denz De'bayle blinks at Jancis, going over to place a soothing hand on the small of her back. ♦Denz De'bayle >> "Am I weak?" *His tone was innocent curiousity, looking down at her.* Killian De'bayle: "I want to...I want to live longer. I don't want to die in a few turns..." Killian murmurs by way of reply. Jancis Milburga looks up at Denz, the blind belief in him clear on her face, but she manages to smile. "He is a remarkable healer." >> ♦Denz De'bayle: "No. No, not to my knowledge." She tries to answer truthfully, thinking about it for another minute before shaking her for only him, and his chest, to see. "Not since I have known you. If ever you start to be, you fight it immediately." ♦Denz De'bayle >> *He smiles, bowing his head to whisper lightly to her.* "If that is what you believe, than it must be so. And it is what I will trust as well." Quarcy Questant began chewing on a fingernail. /Sealing away magic ?/ That would be the end of himself... Jancis Milburga speaks quietly and very thoughtfully before her voice grows louder. "Nald'thal forbid it, Killian. Not from that." Denz De'bayle leans down, planting a kiss on the top of Jancis' head, speaking up over his shoulder. "Indeed." Hestia De'bayle: "We will be here for you Killian," she takes his hand, patting it with her other hand. "Are you... ready?" Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac removed his hand, wiping some dirt that stained Killian's shoulder off swiftly. Jancis Milburga blinks slowly, eyes wide on the elezen knight before softening considerably, closing her eyes and taking in a slow breath. Killian De'bayle: "Um, I...I guess..." Killian says uncertainly, clearly less-than-enthused and perhaps a bit scared by the idea. Jancis Milburga: "It is for more than Turns, Killian. This family is immensely close in curious ways and that connection plays a large role in it. You will find a new bond with Hestia not realized." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac nods. "Excellent, we sha-" He stopped, eyes hardening on Quarcy. "Who is he?" He jabs his cane head at the man. "By Halone, you best not be another De'bayle child secreted away from my knowledge!" Hestia De'bayle: "He is a close friend of the Viscountess, and an old one at that. Keeper of knowledge, books and also container of dark matters. I figured after the most recent event... such a profression would come of great use to this family." Killian De'bayle turns his head some toward Hestia, his uncertainty still written all over his expression. Quarcy Questant: " N-no sir to the best of my knowledge I'm just an orphan from Hemlock " Quarcy Questant may have sputtered it in a panic as he became very aware of his own presence in these proceedings. >> ♦Denz De'bayle: "I do. I can see it better than you can. I look and watch you often." Denz De'bayle nods his head in Hestia's direction. "You've borne witness to family secrets and traditions few outside the house are privy to. Do -not- forsake that trust." Quarcy Questant: " I. will. not. " Jancis Milburga reaches up and touches Denz's cheek a moment. "Secrets are so complicated." Hestia De'bayle: "You have our family's trust, Sir Questant." Quarcy Questant: " I- I'm honoured. And slightly terrified " Hestia De'bayle: "Perhaps it is a good time we have such information stored in a tome and locked away. But that is a discussion for a later date." Denz De'bayle taps his cane onto the ground, nodding in approval. "Very good. Return to your work, Quincy. Quarcy Questant: " Y- Yes sir "

Denz De'bayle smiles at Jancis as she caressed his cheek, before seperating with her and standing next to Hestia, mumbling low to her. "How many people have you told, yourself?" Denz De'bayle looks at her with his own guilty look. Hestia De'bayle: "Little to none. So. Only those I find close to me, who ask. Though I usually have very little offer them in answers. Thus, my suggestion. I often find myself curious of the happenings of this brand, with no one around often to look to for answers," she peers toward the back.

Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac watched Quarcy walk away, before turning to the two couples. "Right, well..."

Hestia De'bayle: "Should we perhaps... take this somewhere more comfortable then?" She asks, "or is here alright with you?" Jancis Milburga: "The manor in the Northern Reaches was well suited for it. And that was boards... but they had so many decades to become familiar." Denz De'bayle crosses his arms, looking to Nuarmac. "He gave the last two De'bayles their brands on the floor of an old manor. I -think- comfort isn't a priority." Quarcy Questant returned to his place a fair amount of books to sort for yet unknown purposes. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac runs a hand through his beard in thought. "There -is- a good ambience around the Manor for such." He claps his hands together. "Very well! Janice has convinced me! Instead of operating here in this house, we shall return to my manor!" Killian De'bayle: "Wh-where?" Denz De'bayle cackles to himself. "How silly of me. I almost asked if we should do such in the comfort of Kerillian's own bed." Hestia De'bayle: "T-That seems like a bit of a trip..." Hestia murmurs, "why not... in case he reacts poorly, perhaps we should go instead go to our home?" Denz De'bayle ||NUARMAC CACKLES.)) Killian De'bayle: "M-my name is Killian..." Killian mumbles. Denz De'bayle plays dead for you. Hestia De'bayle seems to flatten her lips at this, a somewhat unreadable expression coming from this. Jancis Milburga apologizes, "Would it work elsewhere, then? You do have a home here, as well. And Killian is familiar with the people and walls." Denz De'bayle chuckles, looking around at everyone but seeing little humour in Nuarmac's crusade on anyone else's face. He sighes, placing a hand on the elder's shoulder as he moved to leave. "Uncle." He tilts his head with a knowing look. ♦Denz De'bayle: You could do with a few more moons away from the manor anyhow, Uncle. Jancis Milburga asks Quarcy before going, "May I come and ask about reading in the future, Lord?" Hestia De'bayle: "Killian, where would you feel better doing this? Here or at our home?" Killian De'bayle: "Um, I--I don't know, but...I need to put these books somewhere first..." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac rolls his eyes with an exasperated sigh. "Very weeeeell. Lead on." Hestia De'bayle: "Then, to our home for now?" Quarcy Questant: " Of course M'lady, all are welcome to sample the collection in this library " You bow courteously to Quarcy Questant. Jancis Milburga reaches over to Killian's elbow, "I can carry them awhile. Share the load, yes?" Quarcy Questant quietly ensures the books are checked out if they weren't already. Killian De'bayle: "Um, okay. It's not much." Killian turns toward Jancis. "You can take the map, if you'd like. Maybe it would be interesting to look at. Have you used a tactile map before?"

Denz De'bayle fails to understand Hestia De'bayle. Jancis Milburga repeats 'map' and takes that, then tries to take something else too with helpful mischief. "Forgive me. I have not." Hestia De'bayle: "We will be heading out then," she exhales, peering back toward Quarcy momentarily in thought before moving to take her leave. Jancis Milburga: "Be well, Lord Quarcy." She also bids the books farewell. "Thaliak keep you all safe." ♦Denz De'bayle: ... Pleasure meeting you, sir Quarcy. Denz De'bayle nods to Quarcy Questant. Killian De'bayle is relieved of one of the books in his arms by the sneaky Jancis. "It's a map I can read," he says, following after those who are leaving. Quarcy Questant: " Be well everyone. And good look Sir Killian. May you return changed for the better " Hestia De'bayle leads the party up toward the gate, opening it carefully and shooing the dogs back as she gestured everyone in. Jancis Milburga tries vainly to help with another book along the way, giving up and looking about the area instead. Hestia De'bayle: "I can see that there are some snacks brought downstairs if need be, let me just... bring you all down there." Killian De'bayle shuffles after Hestia with a worried expression plastered over his face. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac scoffed as he was lead into the house, eyeing the building. "Snacks. This is a proud tradition we are engaging in. Not some afternoon book club meeting!" ♦Denz De'bayle: Is this your first time here, Jancis? Jancis Milburga looks about the fireplace, then the stovetop, pausing at the painting on the wall and murmuring softly to it. Hestia De'bayle: "It will be okay Killian," she brings a hand up to rub at his arm soothingly, "I am here with you," she smiles wearily, "then I take it you do not want snacks then, Nuarmac?" Jancis Milburga: "Yes. Yes it is." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac sets his lips, tapping his cane against the ground. "I didn't say that." Hestia De'bayle: "Ah, welcome then Jancis please... make yourself at home. I would have had food prepared if I had anticipated this happening tonight..." She smirks lightly toward Nuarmac, "that is what I thought." Denz De'bayle chuckles, shaking his head as he came up behind Jancis, placing a hand on her shoulder soothingly. Jancis Milburga murmurs, "Underwhelming. Thank you for bringing me here. I will be as useful as possible." Hestia De'bayle: "U-Underwhelming?" Hestia frowns, glancing down, "of course... ah, this way." Hestia De'bayle: "Perhaps this would be easier to do in the guest room, Killian? Our bed is not easy to stand around." Jancis Milburga pats Denz's hand lightly, "All will be well. Like Carina. Like Hestia." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac follows the group, moving past Denz and Jancis as they halted in the hallway and followed them into the guest bedroom. He eyed the area, nodding slowly. "This will do." Killian De'bayle rests his cane against the wall and sets his remaining books on the nearby stand. Hestia De'bayle: "Well Killian, ah... I suppose you had best get comfortable then. Er... lying down." Denz De'bayle nods to Jancis, sucking in a breath. "I know. I trust him." Killian De'bayle: "O-okay," Killian murmurs, reaching down to find the bed with one hand before climbing into it and turning to lie on his back. Jancis Milburga follows once there is room, carefully setting down the book and map next to Killian's, "I will leave these here besides your stack, Killian. Oh. Look. It is like the Warden is here, too." Jancis Milburga touches the picture frame. Hestia De'bayle: "The Warden..." Hestia hums, peering up toward the sunset picture with a small smile. "Indeed. I quite love sunsets... I thought, perhaps our guests might wish to look at them as well." Denz De'bayle takes up his post by the door, silently crossing his arms and watching. His part to play was done, shepherding the man to Killian. Hestia De'bayle sits at the edge of the bed beside Killian, taking his hand, "I am right here with you, my love. Be at ease..." she pets at his hand gently.

Killian De'bayle lies with his hands folded over his stomach and his legs straight along the bed, staring vacantly up toward the ceiling with wandering eyes. Every so often he can be noted as taking a deliberate breath, obviously trying to stay relaxed. "Maybe I should take a field potion?" Hestia De'bayle: "Mmm. I do not know Killian. This is something you need come to terms with on your own. It will be with you forever... hopefully. You cannot take field potions forever." Hestia De'bayle: "Just remember I am here by your side." Jancis Milburga tries to be helpful, "As is Denz. And Nuarmac." She looks up at the painting again, "And I." Jancis Milburga: "A score more should they be called for." Jancis Milburga: "Perhaps even that man who brought the journal and interrupted last eve." Killian De'bayle: "Okay..." Killian mumbles. Jancis Milburga takes a focusing breath and gives Nuarmac a steady gaze, waiting for instruction. Hestia De'bayle: "Indeed. I am sure he is with you as well in spirit, Killian. Ser Évariste. And Summer and Mercy. Even Nogelle is here." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac moved to the dresser, unceremoniously picking up the flower pot and putting his satchel in its place. He handed off the vase to Denz, before digging through his bag and removing a linen roll. Unravelling it, it held several small items. Quills, inkwells, and a scalpel. He first picked up the small blade, eyeing Killian dangerously. "Let us begin." -- Denz De'bayle -- The old man starts by picking between his teeth with the scalpel, before placing it down. Killian De'bayle draws another breath in an attempt at steadying his nerves, exhaling in a slow sigh. Denz De'bayle || The elder grabbed a quill and inkwell, moving up to where Hestia stood, tapping her with the head of his cane to get her to scoot aside. Hestia De'bayle does as she is tapped to, moving aside whill still keeping her hands on Killian. After a moment she instead stands and moves to the other side, removing her shoes first before getting up ont he bed to sit beside him. Killian De'bayle continues to stare up blindly toward the ceiling with those clouded eyes, occasionally flickering somewhat erratically. He reaches out with one hand as Hestia moves to his other side, searching for her. Hestia De'bayle takes his hand back into hers, rubbing her fingers against his knuckles. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac knelt down next to the bed, his eyes swaying over the man before him. A hyur, short ears, a stunted neck, limbs more akin to a lalafell, less so than an elezen. The House had truly transformed in the last few years. His breathing became rythmic, his forehead illuminating the darkening room with a dull white glow. "Do lay still, my boy." As his hand waved over the inkwell, the contents began to match the glow of his forehead. -- Denz De'bayle -- His finger traced over Killian's forehead, eyes narrowing critically as he his mind imagined what needed to be created, what it would look like, and begun the process of making it a reality. Dipping the quill into the inkwell, it's contents were thicker than most liquids, a whisp-y sludge trailing against the tip. Carefully, he placed the tip against the man's forehead, thumb pressed down harder than his palm as familiar strokes of his wrist began to run the aetherical trails against - Denz De'bayle -- the hyur's forehead. To Killian, it would almost feel like warm air gracing his features, though there was an aetherical... weight behind it. As the quill moved to and fro, it pulled and weaved together a rough shape of the De'bayle tattoo. It glowed and hung, Nuarmac's opposite hand held up and waiting as he stared down at Killian. It was a point of no-return they reached. Jancis Milburga watched the beginning, eyes caught on the brush, the purity of the aether that Nuarmac's practiced skill showed. Quietly, she moved for the door and headed upstairs. Killian De'bayle makes an uncertain sound, trying to remain as still as possible with his hand squeezing Hestia's where she holds it. He obviously doesn't recognize the silent gesture from Nuarmac, perhaps assuming some sort of step in the process that goes unseen. Hestia De'bayle remained focus on Killian as well, holding to Killians hand with some returned tightness. As though to remind him she was still there.

Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac tilts his head in a nod, his free hand gesturing towards Killian's forehead, muttering incoherably to himself as the aether began to set deep into the man's skin. As it did so, the rough edges smoothed out, the details sharpened, and every leaf, every sumbol, every stroke of the De'bayle tattoo was now imprinted onto Killian's forehead. -- Denz De'bayle -- Aetherically, this process was not so simple. The weight of a bloodline's aether upon his mind would come as a crashing tidal, a wellspring of aether connecting it's spigot to the pipe that was Killian's body, flowing through him with unabashed fury. Mentally, Killian was struck with the sounds, feelings, memories, of strangers, people's whose accents heaved with Ishgardian origin, those whose tongue he couldn't understand, and everywhere in between. A hundred hundred lives were -- Denz De'bayle -- joining with him, and it required focus and purpose to clear away the noise. Killian De'bayle 's body stiffens as the sigil is set, a choked sound coming from him before his eyes roll back. His expression contorts as if struck with a physical blow and he lies rigid on the bed, clearly overwhelmed by the sudden flood of sensation. Hestia De'bayle watches this with some distress, her hands moving to press down firmly on him, as if preparing for a potential backlash. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac's hand finally ceased its waving as the tattoo formed in its entirety. He seemed unphased by Killian's tension, standing up and calmly walking back over to the dresser to replace his quill and aetheric inkwell, waiting. Killian De'bayle lies still and stiff like this for some time, apparently oblivious to Hestia bearing down on him, before his head begins to turn back and forth as if in denial. "S...stop..." he manages out weakly, now trying to sit up or pull away from Hestia. "Please...I don't...understand..." Hestia De'bayle grits her teeth, holding down firmly on the man, using most of her power behind her arms. Denz De'bayle looked from Killian to Nuarmac, handing the elder back the flower pot before exiting the room silently. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac would take the flower pot and place it on the ground, continuing to observe how the blind man would take to the aether. Killian De'bayle 's eyes open, wheeling wildly, his expression panicked. When he speaks his words are loud, as if talking over a crowd. "Hestia!? Hestia, I can't..." He trails off, obviously distracted by...something. "Please," he eventually speaks again. "Please stop. Please stop." Hestia De'bayle shakes her head some, eventually looking back toward Nuarmac, "he needs me to help him! Can I? Is it safe for me to connect to him when he like this?" Denz De'bayle || Even admist Killian's distress, Nuarmac remained stoic and stone-faced. He actually looked upwards slightly, as if the entire display was causing him an inconvience. He thought to himself for a moment, before looking down at Hestia. "It will be like navigating a stormy sea for a raft seeking shore. Possible, but dangerous and no less difficult were he to continue alone." Hestia De'bayle: "I am willing to brace that storm for him," she practically snarled out, still holding to Killian. "Killian! Killian I am going to help you, alright? Just... be ready okay?" Killian De'bayle is apparently oblivious to the exchange, still repeating his words. "Please stop...please stop..." Hestia De'bayle frowned, knowing full well her words would not reach the man. Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward, her hand moving up to brush up her bangs and press her forehead to his. Killian De'bayle doesn't seem to respond physically to Hestia's movement anymore than he did to her restraint, although after a moment his words cease and he stills, staring blankly and releasing a groan. Hestia De'bayle sat with her eyes closed, nothing but stillness between the two. For now. Killian De'bayle remains still and silent, eyes wide but still, more than likely hidden by Hestia as she leans over him. Hestia De'bayle finally flutters her eyes open, a deep breath leaving her in the process. "Ah..." Killian De'bayle exhales in a sigh, closing his now-bloodshot eyes as his body relaxes into the bed. After a few moments, he opens them again, blinking hard. "Ah...they hurt..." he mumbles. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac raised his head, keeping half an eye watching out for the young pair. "Welcome back to the land of the living." He tapped his cane against the ground. "Enjoy your trip?"

(♦Denz De'bayle) *Denz would come back up the stairs, looking about until his eyes settled on Jancis. Walking up to her, he placed a hand carefully on her side, leaning over to look at her.* "Are you alright?" (Jancis Milburga) Jancis had made a bit of a mess, cabinet doors still open for where she was exploring and didn't want to close them less to make more noise or have to open it again later to find something. She was cutting up vegetables slowly, again to be silent. Her gaze lifted up to Denz a moment, "I am safe and healthy. This is useful. They will need it. It is exhausting. It is important." (♦Denz De'bayle) *Denz's arms wrapped around Jancis, the plate moving aside cloth and pressing against her as he hugged her smaller form.* "You will need it, 'ere long." (Jancis Milburga) Her hands paused, still with knife and stalk as she felt herself conform to the plates that pressed against her. "..." Eyes closed, she took a slow breath, her ribs gently pushing back against him. "Need it. Forgive me. I am underwhelming in all this. There are so many other important things." (♦Denz De'bayle) *Denz shakes his head., smiling lightly.* "I meant for when -you- are exhausted from being given the tattoo, Jancis. That is still important." *His hands came to snake down her arms, gently removing the knife and food from her hands carefully.* (Jancis Milburga) Jancis gives the barest of protests, stretching out her fingers before curling her arms back inward away from the work. (♦Denz De'bayle) *Denz let out a small exhale, his lips still in a smile as he rocked back and forth slightly, his hands following the arm curling to ravel her up in an embrace, silent for several minutes. Every so often, he simply kissed her head or adjusted how he leaned his head against her.* (Jancis Milburga) "Is it? To whom? You see me. You already see me. Even in war you see me. I can barely speak of the most amazing parts of my life without an interruption or being quieted for other news or briefly congratulated and then moved on from. The miracle of mine life is underwhelming compared to all else. Except to you. And Chachanji, he spoke constantly about it when I visited him. Do you want them all to see me as well as you do?" (Jancis Milburga) Jancis soaked up every moment of Denz's presence, as if it was the first time, as if it was when he survive being purged as she tried to cleanse herself of painful doubts that plagued her. Her head turned, eyes on the red hues of the armor, breathing in the scent of it. (♦Denz De'bayle) *He nodded against her head.* "I do. It is selfish of me to dare keep you all to myself. But... I know of one other who will see you as much as I do. Nay, even more." *His hands moved away from her arms to come and linger against her stomach. His coat, a scent mixed of steel and bread.* "The two of us will just have to help the rest of the world see how bright you are." (Jancis Milburga) Her form would feel a bit different, something someone intimately familiar with Jancis would recognize. She was quiet, listening and staying against Denz. "Selfish of me. I. I want to talk about nothing else. Yet these past moons I listen and respond to everything else. There is nothing more important than you two." She turns her head, gazing up lovingly at him the smile growing in fondness. "You make me bright." (♦Denz De'bayle) *He returned the smile, shaking his head.* "Then pray allow me to speak about nothing else until the end of my days. 'Twould be the least I could do." *With a joking grin, he leaned forward, placing a kiss upon her lips, before his long ears twitched from the voices downstairs. He turned his head towards the doorway, but otherwise failed to move from his embrace.* (Jancis Milburga) Jancis did catch that grin, so strongly was she watching him, and returned the soft kiss. “For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.”

Hestia De'bayle: "I think you might have left them open..." Hestia manages a dry chuckle, rubbing a hand to the mans face. Killian De'bayle: "My trip? It was...it was loud..." Hestia De'bayle: "I managed to help him find some understanding in the chaos, to... help him close himself off to those voices on a normal basis." Killian De'bayle: "Can I...is it okay if I get up now?" Hestia De'bayle: "If you feel alright enough to stand, do you need some food? Water?" She shifts to stand herself, stretching her stiff limbs. Killian De'bayle: "I don't...I don't know yet." Killian groans as he sits up and climbs out of bed, reaching out until a hand presses to the wall. "I think I need to wash my face. My eyes hurt." Denz De'bayle moves his lips to the side, beard and mustache adjusting in thought. "A trial most have completed on their own..." He holds up a hand. "Stay down. Your body is still overflowing with aether and we've yet to seal it. As well..." He looked sidelong to Hestia. "He is not as your mother was. Will I be placing the actual sigil on his head?" Hestia De'bayle: "Perhaps you should keep them close awhile..." Hestia peeks over toward Nuarmac, "is that what you want Killian?" Killian De'bayle: "Oh," Killian mumbles, sitting back down on the bed. "Um...I don't...it doesn't matter to me where it is." Jancis Milburga asks Denz from the kitchen, hearing the voices in the otherwise silent home. "Do you feel them? All of them?"

Killian De'bayle: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry I couldn't...do it on my own," Killian mumbles, his face turning pink with shame. Hestia De'bayle: "Killian. This brand has nothing to do with doing anything on your own. Its very existence embraces the act of connection with another. There is no shame." Killian De'bayle: "But if it's a trial you're supposed to get through without help..." Hestia De'bayle: "No one said it was a trial you needed to get through alone," she points out. "Just that you needed to be able to work through it." Denz De'bayle slowly nods, unraveling himself from his hug with Jancis slowly. "... Barely, but it is there." ♦Denz De'bayle: He appears to have made it. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac continues to wait patiently for an answer to his question, looking back and forth between the two. Hestia De'bayle: "He will accept it," she nods toward Nuarmac. Jancis Milburga lingers equally before going back to the platter of cut up vegetables and other small dry foods she found while exploring the cottages' cabinets. "Of course he did. He is fairly strong for all he hides it. From himself. Did not even need someone filtering out memories. Is that thanks to you?" ♦Denz De'bayle: Hm? No, I was up here with you. Denz De'bayle looks back at Jancis, tilting his head. "I believe Hestia then aided him." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac nodded slowly. "Then lay back down, Kerillian. This will only take a few minutes, and the pain will be substantially less than you previously experienced."

Hestia De'bayle takes a hold of her husbands hand again, squeezing there. Killian De'bayle lies back in bed, settling his free hand back over his stomach. "Okay." Killian De'bayle dozes off quietly. Jancis Milburga: "But the dark memories. The broken pains and anguish." Jancis looks thoughtful a moment, "Hestia curiously enough is the most experienced with them, second only to your uncle."

Jancis Milburga tries to correct her poorly worded thoughts, "Connections, I mean. Not dark memories." Denz De'bayle || Grabbing the second vial and another quill from the linen roll, Nuarmac set to task swiftly applying the physical black ink of the tattoo on Killian's forehead. The ink itself was of an aetherical nature, but no one near comparable to what Killian was previously marked with. The quill tip flew over his features, lightly scrapping into the skin and etching dark lines that bled and covered the still glowing brand on the blind man's forehead. "Once I am finished, I will connect with you,- Denz De'bayle -- storing away as much aether I can within your body." Killian De'bayle: "Uh," Killian says uncertainly, "okay...that might be a lot. I had to practice trying to hold more and more aether in to prolong the time I can go without trapping it before it kills me, in case something happened and I lost consciousness." Denz De'bayle tilts his head. "So I've observed. I've been... negligent with dream walking with you. The last time was..." He thought to himself. "Helping out your friend Lady Crofte, yes?" Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac chuckles darkly to himself. "As you say." The aetherical ink continued it's way onto the man's forehead, before it finally set into place. His breath was pressed against Killian's features as he got -really- close to the conjurer to make sure everything was in place. "And that... should..." One more rather sharp prick in the middle of Killian's forehead. "... do it." Killian De'bayle presses his lips together in an effort not to wince. "Um. Thanks..." Jancis Milburga looks up, looking over Denz's pondering. "You were badly wounded at the time, there were others. You wanted to see Lucien. And. And to make that ruby, but I know not what you saw, then. I was overwhelmed." Hestia De'bayle: "There you have it Killian," Hestia smiled. Denz De'bayle pressed his lips together, eyes widening. "Ah, right. Not as negligent as I think I am." He cleared his throat, pressing his lips against Jancis' cheek. Killian De'bayle: "Okay...and now the aether? Do you want me to keep it trapped? Or just let it go through?" Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac nodded over his handiwork, before looking to Hestia. "Right, make sure he doesn't swim anywhere for the next day or so. Never know how runny that ink could get." His lips curved into a smile, as he stepped away from the bed momentarily, placing the ink well and quill back into his linen roll, before moving once more to the bedside, placing his hands on the sides of Killian's face brazenly. "Just keep still. One last invasive act." Killian De'bayle: "Uhh," Killian replies gracelessly, his head kept in place by the Elezen's age-gnarled hands. Jancis Milburga colors a bit at the apologetic kiss, "Your family needs you so much." She doesn't disagree completely in her defense, "I would try it again with you." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac moved his fingers from the sides of Kilian's head to his forehead, sliding the fingers past his temples as he palmed settled against the tattoo. Once more, the elder's brand began to glow, his lips moving as he entered into the void of Killian's subconscious. Not to view memories, not to connect mentally with him, but to look past it all and visualize what his body was, and the aether that flowed through it. -- Denz De'bayle -- Once he had taken stock of the situation, he began taking in the great depths of the family aether that flowed between the two of them, gathering it into a "ball" that aimed to fill the empty space of the man's essence. Larger and larger it grew. To Nuarmac's surprise, much larger than he gave Killian credit for, the aether nearly comparable to what a De'bayle could naturally retain on their own. Impressive. With each word uttered, a rune flitted across his vision, beginning to form -- Denz De'bayle -- around the coalesced family aether, until an outer ring was formed. A command word was uttered, and the symbols connected. The strange, uplifting sensation that came with a renewed body filled to the brim with aether would flow through Killian, and then some, as the energy seemed to stick, as opposed to it's wayward nature the blind conjurer was so used to. Nuarmac's eyebrows furrowed, curiousity on his features, but he ultimately removed his palm, shaking his head to clear up his -- Denz De'bayle -- vision of Killian's subconscious.

Killian De'bayle 's expression shifts with a myriad emotions as Nuarmac works - concerned, curious, a little afraid - until finally settling on outright, unadulterated awe when the Elezen finishes. "It...it's not moving. It's not moving. It's just staying there." Hestia De'bayle: "Is that... good?" Killian De'bayle: "I'm not trapping it. It's just staying here. It's not going anywhere. It's not leaving." Killian still seems dumbfounded, obviously in disbelief. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac flicked his hand back and forth, as if he had burned it on something, before slowly standing it. "Very well... I assume that is all of my 'services' you needed, young lady?" He raised an eyebrow at Hestia, occasionally looking at Killian. Jancis Milburga: "Is this platter missing anything before we take it downstairs?" She hands it to Denz, regretfully stepping away from the man as she leaves the kitchen how she found it, sans the food she stole. "Or should we leave it here for them?" Killian De'bayle: "Wait, my...my magic. I can't take anymore aether than...than this...if I can't use what you gave me, how can I draw aether through to cast magic?" Hestia De'bayle looked over toward him, her lip twisting back some, "ah... yes," she shifts uncomfortable. "Thank you, Nuarmac. Really. This is more than a service to us. You have helped me, from one family member to another. I will not forget this kindness." Denz De'bayle reviews the platter, adjusting some pieces of food on the platter before holding up a thumb. "It appears good to me, my love." He would lead her downstairs, opening doors for the hyur as they came upon the other family members. Killian De'bayle pushes himself up into a seated position as footsteps approach. Jancis Milburga follows along, thanking Denz before going through the door, eyes eager on the trio in the room. "You are up." Hestia De'bayle turns toward Jancis and Denz with a smile, "he made it through!" Killian De'bayle: "Hestia...Hestia had to help me, though," Killian admits. Jancis Milburga: "Of course. It is meant to be together." She says with great confidence. "There was no doubt in that. But sitting up so. And how you look... less that is the warm painting, you look well." Killian De'bayle certainly looks healthier than any in the room have ever seen him, with some natural color to his face that for once isn't a result of an embarrassed blush. Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac nodded to the pair as they re-entered, moving away from the bed while rubbing his hands together. Snaking his head about for a moment, he sets about replacing his tools into his satchel, making his way to the door silently. Denz De'bayle stopped the old man in his path, giving him a knowing look, before nodding the other three inside the room. Hestia De'bayle: "Thank you as well, Denz, for helping to bring him to us. I cannot... begin to tell you how much this means to us. To me." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac grumbled lowly, before clearing his throat. "Right, all the best. Janice, Denz insists I speak with he and you at your earliest convience. I will be returning to the Shroud, as Jadea still waits for me." Denz De'bayle steps into the room, nodding to Hestia. "'Tis what we as a family are meant to be to one another." Jancis Milburga turns back to Nuarmac as he goes. "Insists." She says as the door starts to close. "As you like! Be safe. Little Jadea, too!" Hestia De'bayle: "Be safe great-uncle!" Hestia calls out toward him, "are you two to be taking your leave as well? This went on for quite awhile... expected, of course." Jancis Milburga turns back, her hand going to Denz's back and encouraging him to put the tray down on the bed. "You both must be hungry. What of aether? I could help." Her hands go into her tunic, pulling out a semi-familiar chain. Killian De'bayle: "I don't...I don't need it," Killian murmurs, flexing his hands in his lap. "It's not moving. It's not leaving." Hestia De'bayle smiles, "do you feel at ease? I am quite hungry myself... I am sorry, I was supposed to bring snacks down..." Jancis Milburga: "Here as long as you need! Of course! I am not -that- hungry." Jancis looked over at Killian, smiling softly at his quiet words and expression. "Warden truly was close, even when Her light is resting."

Denz De'bayle places the tray of food down at the food silently smiling and watching everyone speaking with one another. Jancis Milburga: "We found some. It is better this way. Carina needed more by her side to aid with the connection. But. But she had you to think about, too, at the time." You smile at Hestia De'bayle. Hestia De'bayle: "Me..." Hestia murmurs, "I hope... it was worth it to her," she says quietly. "It seems like a lot of trouble... pain." Denz De'bayle || Nuarmac exited as everyone said their goodbyes. Killian would be able to sense in a general direction where the man was for almost a minute before his presence disappeared from his conscious. Killian De'bayle: "Hungry...okay...I can eat something...something easy, maybe, bread or...or soup..." He turns his head toward Hestia as she speaks. "It was worth it. I'm sure she thinks it's worth it." Jancis Milburga agrees, "That is an obtuse thing to say." Hestia De'bayle frowns, "mm..." Hestia peers away. Denz De'bayle looks from Killian to Hestia. "Are you both alright? Beyond obvious hunger? Is there aught else you need 'ere we take our leave?" Killian De'bayle: "I think...I think I'm alright." Hestia De'bayle: "I am alright. Thank you for all your help, truly." Jancis Milburga leans down, trying to catch Hestia's eyes, "You are loved and worth that and more. We are but a word away." She touches her ear. "Well, for others." She focuses on the girl's forehead. Hestia De'bayle glances back up toward Jancis with a small nod. "I hope to someday make up for that trouble and more with action. I know... I am loved. I want my being here to mean something," she swallows. "You two have a good evening. Rest easy." Killian De'bayle: "Thank you," Killian murmurs, sounding a little distracted again. "Thank you..." Jancis Milburga: "It does not mean pain, my sweet zinnia." She tugs on her tunic, edge of a handkerchief peeking out. Her eyes go to Killian and smiles at him regardless. "Rest deeply." Hestia De'bayle looks to the handkerchief with a wide stare, her expression softening with the upturn of her brows. "We shall." Denz De'bayle watches the exchange between Hestia and Jancis with no small amount of interest, before fruitlessly nodding to Killian. "Aye. Good night, you two." Killian De'bayle: "Goodnight, Lord Denz, Lady Milburga." Jancis Milburga: "It is the Beds, but will you hold my hand so I do not get lost?" You smile at Denz De'bayle. Denz De'bayle smiles down at Denz, carefully taking up her hand and leading her out of the guest bedroom.

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April 10 2018

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De’bayle Debacle - Being Complicated

Carina De'bayle: "Jancis?" Jancis Milburga leans down to Carina, "Yes?" Carina De'bayle: "How are you feeling right now? You have been bustling around all night working, but you have been unwell?" Jancis Milburga asks softly, "Is it that obvious? Forgive me, I was trying to not let it interrupt our dinner together." Carina De'bayle: "Oh sweet Jancis, worry not on that. How about they all help out with cleaning. Have you been to see a doctor yet?" She asks, adjusting Aegisan in her arms. Jancis Milburga looks over at Guillemont thoughtfully for a moment before answering Carina. Killian Waltz: "Yes?" Killian says in response to someone mentioning 'doctor,' clearly not paying attention to the conversation around him. Seisyll Haerviu casts a glance to Jancis for a moment. Jancis Milburga: "I have not. I can now. Now that everyone is home." Carina De'bayle: "With Killian and I here, I would feel much better if you allowed us to take a look at you before we took our leave. I would rather you be treated for whatever is making you sick." Jancis Milburga looks about at Carina's offer, glancing back at Denz. Denz De'bayle: Aye, a battering ram. Lowered his head and shoulder and broke through numerous defenses, shield walls, even a stone door once. Jancis Milburga looks back to Carina. "I. And Killian will not mind?" Carina De'bayle: "Of course not, right Killian," she looks over toward the man with a wide smile, expectantly. Killian Waltz: "Why would I mind? I've been trying to get you to agree to an examination for quite some time now."

Jancis Milburga nods, looking at Killian guiltily. "Forgive me. If. If Lord Tetebino and Lord Quarcy are having fun I do have a room that would work for it." Denz De'bayle: A room for what? Tetebino Hihibino blinks back from wherever his mind was wandering, looking towards Jancis, "Sorry, what now?" Carina De'bayle: "I simply figured it would not be appropriate to conduct a medical check-up in the middle of a party," she smiles to the woman. Jancis Milburga: "Are you doing well? You are so sweet and quiet. Have you met Lord Quarcy?" She continues to introduce everyone across the other side of the table. Denz De'bayle: 'Tis hardly the middle anymore, Carina. Tetebino Hihibino: "Yeah, I'm fine." He smiles before looks over towards Quarcy, "Don't think we've met, no." Jancis Milburga looks up at Denz and nods to Carina, "That is true." Carina De'bayle: "Well even still Denz," she scoffs, "there are still people enjoying the festivities! The after party is just as fun as the actual party!" Jancis Milburga: "I only just met him, as well. He has the most beautiful book, though. I thought since he was new and you have been around maybe you can help him warm up to others if I step away for a short while. I made a promise to Killian and I have not done well keeping it." Quarcy Questant perked up at the mention of his name. " Ah- s-sorry did anyone need for anything ? " Quarcy Questant hiccups. Adelise De'bayle: "I will be here still," Adelise notes quickly. "Worry not Jancis, I will keep Mister Tetebino company."

Tetebino Hihibino: "I haven't been around too much, if I'm honest." He rubs the back of his neck somewhat guiltilly, before looking over at Quarcy and giving a wave, "We were just talkin'. You're a bit new, apparently?" You smile at Tetebino Hihibino. Quarcy Questant: " I am. I'm afraid we haven't met" Jancis Milburga looks between the two and then steps over to... turn off the loveseat. Denz De'bayle laughs at you. Quarcy Questant would reach out his hand after avoiding the back-wings of the loveseat. " Quarcy , Quarcy Questant " You smile at Denz De'bayle. Tetebino Hihibino: "Nope, don't think so either! I'm Tetebino Hihibino. Been around for a little bit, but haven't been....well, around too much. Nice to meet ya Mister Quarcy." He reaches over and gives the elezen's hand a shake. Jancis Milburga: "All right. Ah. I think our room will work best, then? Carina De'bayle moves to stand, carefully scooting off the bench with Aegisan wrapped tightly around her in his soft little blanket. Seemed the baby was dozing now. Killian Waltz: "Is there somewhere I can wash my hands?"

Denz De'bayle: For a medical examination? I could think of no place better. Lest we plan to leave the house.

Denz De'bayle fails to understand you. Jancis Milburga: "Yes, yes there is a place in the other room." Killian Waltz leans over, searching beneath Adelise's hat to press a kiss to her cheek. "I'll be back." Jancis Milburga leads Carina and Killian over, "First door, please." Jancis Milburga pulls the curtain open and describes the bath area for Killian to wash up. Killian Waltz steps past with a word of thanks, unwinding the bandages around his hands as he does so. Denz De'bayle steps past everyone, taking off his mittens and tossing them on the counter, beginning to pull of his apron and cooking wear. Carina De'bayle: "I imagine Killian will be doing more touching than I, considering I cannot sense aether. I can provide salves, oils, and medication. Of the natural variety, of course." Jancis Milburga: "I think those will help out. I had an injury from Ala Mhigo that re-opened twice and I think that is the cause." Denz De'bayle: Infection?

Denz De'bayle walks over to the stool, plopping down and knowing he wouldn't be able to aid much in this endeavor. Killian Waltz frowns faintly. "An untended infection would have taken her long before now, I would think. It's been so long since you first mentioned your illness." Jancis Milburga purses her lips, "Possibly. Something foreign that got into the wound and I missed removing." Carina De'bayle: "Goodness, that is not good," Carina 'tsks'. "Hopefully it has not gotten too much more serious. I will not chide you though," she sighs, "you're comfortable with removing your clothes?" Jancis Milburga: "It is too behind me to tend properly. I am sorry." Jancis Milburga drops her head and nods, untying the apron and pulling at the dress obediently. Carina De'bayle: "You should have told me sooner... though I suppose with my current responsibilities..." she peers down toward a sleeping Aegisan. "Forgive me Jancis, for not being able to provide you more assistance." Jancis Milburga: "Not to be sorry for. It is triage. There were other important matters." Denz De'bayle instinctively lowers his gaze at first, only to remember the situation as it was now. She -was- his wife, technically. And the other two were either blind or close enough for such. Snaking his head to dismiss the pointlessly elaborate thoughts. Carina De'bayle: "Have a seat, I can offer Killian a visual inspection before he checks you further." Killian Waltz: "There was nothing keeping me from being able to examine it..." Killian mumbles. Carina De'bayle: "Killian," Carina remarks out a in happy but stern voice, "let us begin." Carina De'bayle >> What sort of things would Carina see while inspecting Jancis, if anything? Jancis Milburga smiles lightly up at Carina, murmuring a soft 'thank you' before sitting. >> Carina De'bayle: The spot on Jancis' back is real, like a red welt where there's something underneath the skin. Killian Waltz steps forward automatically, falling silent. "What symptoms have you been experiencing?" Carina De'bayle places a careful hand to the flat of Jancis' chest, pressing her forward some to inspect her front, viewing her eyes and face closely before bringing another gloved hand to her back to push her forward slowly, looking down her back. "Ah, there is a mark here. Looks like a welt of the sorts, as though there might be something within the skin. Shrapnel from then, perhaps?" Jancis Milburga: "I had no appetite for food. Even looking at it made me feel ill. It got worse for awhile and has improved, or perhaps I have simply gotten more use to it. Dizzy at times. A headache that is all over. And I have slept late far more than I ever have. At least without reason." Carina De'bayle: "How long have these symptoms persisted?" Jancis Milburga tries to answer Carina, "The wound was cleaned at first in Ala Mhigo then stitches because a couple weapons got me there. But then there were the bandits with the poisons in the Shroud. And then I was sparring with Hikari and she is very strong. I am not sure which time something got inside." Jancis Milburga ponders, "I. Before Starlight... so..." Jancis Milburga: "Over two moons." Killian Waltz: "Nausea, fatigue, headaches...anything else?" Carina De'bayle: "Two moons..." Carina hums, "an infection certainly would not have persisted /that/ long. Aside from feeling ill, have you experienced any frequent vomiting?" Killian Waltz: "I would certainly be able to smell a festering wound in a matter of suns, let alone moons." Carina De'bayle peers over toward the man with a furrow of her brow and a squish of her lips, perhaps slightly disgusted by that fact. Jancis Milburga: "I feel tender and sore, but that has subsided." Killian Waltz: "Where?" Jancis Milburga shakes her head at Carina, "No. I have not done so in Turns." Carina De'bayle: "Mm. I see," she turns toward Killian, "I can provide salves to help with the injury on her back, but I will leave you to check on if there is anything wrong with her aetherically."

Jancis Milburga: "My chest and back. Abdomen for awhile, but that happens time to time from my old wound." Carina De'bayle: "Has your wound effected your moon cycles? Do you still have them normally? Or have you not since obtaining it?" Jancis Milburga looks thoughtful. "I have not had one in moons, but that is not uncommon for me." Killian Waltz: "It's not?" Carina De'bayle: "Some women can have irregular cycles. Depends on their hormonal balances," Carina notes out in a matter-of-fact tone. "Or injuries in that particular area can cause for poor fertility. Killian Waltz: "Hm. Have you felt warmer or cooler than usual? Using the washroom regularly? Feeling like your heart is beating quickly?" Jancis Milburga: "No, no. We have been in war and fighting often. I train daily. I had an injury there Turns ago that did not heal well. It does make sense to me." Carina De'bayle: "Constant activity can do that as well." Carina De'bayle: "Or at least make them lighter." Jancis Milburga nods, "Yes. Yes. My heart... sometimes. There has been much to have my heart beating over of late." Jancis Milburga: "Besides Denz. He says things. He always causes it. And then there was Guillemont and those horrid cultists." Killian Waltz approaches to sit beside Jancis, though he turns his attention to Denz as he asks his next question. "Have you noticed any changes in mood or demeanor?" Denz De'bayle 's eyes followed the conversation silently, eyebrows furrowing in concern of Jancis at how much trauma her body had gone through. She wasn't improperly treating herself, but he heard what sounded like compromises. Carina De'bayle also moves to sit next to Jancis, Aegisan's calm sleeping face in view to provide some comfort. Jancis Milburga smushes her face, seemingly just as puzzled on her face for what she thought she could answer, looking down at softening her eyes and little Aegisan. Denz De'bayle: Myself? I... Not truly. As she said, she's been sleeping in more, and while I'd like to credit that to my negative influence, she has often still been up and about. Denz De'bayle fails to understand Killian Waltz. Jancis Milburga: "You are not a negative influence." Denz De'bayle: We've been so busy with this whole Guillemont business, I haven't had time to scruntize her "mood." Carina De'bayle: "It is true, this situation has been rather upsetting on all account..." she notes, "so it more than likely will not offer much help."

Jancis Milburga nods in agreement. "I have felt upset. Not sure how to not be. That cult." Jancis Milburga: "I heard of them before. An old friend. I have not seen him in Turns. He lost his mother to it. And father. To think Guillemont would vanish as he had." Killian Waltz: "What about bloating or weight gain? You said you've been training every day, so I suppose that wouldn't be immediately noticeable. Heartburn?" Carina De'bayle sighs, "amongst other things..." she shakes her head, "let us not stress about that right now though. This is about your current condition."

Jancis Milburga squeezes her knees. "He was really sweet, too." She quiets and nods, focusing on the questions. "I. Yes? It is the winter time. At least some?" Killian Waltz: "But you've been avoiding food," Killian notes, a slight lilt to his tone to indicate an inquiry.

Jancis Milburga: "I. A little. Nothing too. Too." She struggles to even describe what she finds nauseating. "Bread has been easy to eat."

Killian Waltz: "Ginger tea can help. Cold meals or nuts. You should eat a little at a time, but often, more than three times a day. Try keeping some nuts by your bed so you can eat a bit before you get up. That can help. Do you mind if I touch you? My hands are cold."

Jancis Milburga repeats Killian's instructions quietly to herself. "I do not mind, Killian. You can touch me."

Killian Waltz: "I'm going to touch your face first," Killian warns, turning somewhat on the bed so that he's facing Jancis more fully and lifting his hands. As promised, his fingers are quite chilly, and rough to the touch where burns have scarred his fingers and palms.

Jancis Milburga says, "Okay" quietly and stays still, eyes watching Killian's face as she focuses on the hands. "I have earrings. I am sorry." Killian Waltz traces his fingers over Jancis' features, smiling after a moment as he identifies the shape of her face. "There's no need to apologize. You're very pretty, Lady Milburga." Killian Waltz >> (Are there any blemishes on her face?) >> Killian Waltz: There is a decorative scar on her right cheek that feels a lot like Rhalgr's symbol but a little different that was clearly carved there long ago.)) Jancis Milburga smiles under Killian's hands lightly, "Thank you. I feel a bit selfish. I have seen you long before you have seen me." Denz De'bayle clears his throat, an eyebrow raised at Killian's comment. Curious what his frame of reference or judging would be? He remains silently, calmly watching the interaction between the two of them. Killian Waltz: "I'm not sure why that makes you selfish. I think that's usually the case," Killian says with some mild amusement. "I'm going to touch your stomach now and examine you aetherically. Is that alright?" Jancis Milburga nods, still smiling, and then tries to sit up and move her arms to press at the bed by her sides. "Yes." Jancis Milburga: "But if it starts to hurt you. I do not want that." Killian Waltz lowers his hands away from Jancis's face to instead touch her stomach, the motion clinical and professional. His hand is still frigid, although it's warmed some thanks to the transfer from her face. "It won't hurt me. My condition is most problematic when I teleport," he explains as his hand begins to glow with blue-white light. Killian Waltz >> (Anything Killian should sense?) >> Killian Waltz: Is it for her entire torso or just her being in general?)) >> Denz De'bayle: ♥♥♥ Killian Waltz >> (Some of both; he can usually latent sense weird abnormalities with aether, but he's deliberately checking around her stomach since the major problem seems to be nausea, and to a lesser extent checking the rest of her)

>> Killian Waltz: The unnatural item in her back under the skin is a broken string stitch that got torn when the wound re-opened and left in there once it healed so that would be an abnormality. )) >> Killian Waltz: Part of her womb and one ovary and kidney are missing)) Killian Waltz >> o .o;; anything else?) >> Killian Waltz: And she is about... 12 weeks pregnant) >> Killian Waltz: Sorry. I know this took forever. -_-)) Jancis Milburga: "You have been working so hard lately and there have been enough bad energies around the Vigil. It is hard not to think about how you are doing through it." Denz De'bayle lets out a breath through his nose. "We could use a vacation... If it is not too much to ask for a second one so soon." Jancis Milburga: "I thought eating elsewhere was a small start. Though Denz, that was a lot of work you went through to make it happen." Killian Waltz: "It--I'm alright," Killian murmurs, his easygoing demeanor faltering some in the face of Jancis' words. It's hard to tell if that's because of his distraction with examining her or because of the words themselves. A long pause follows before he speaks again. "If your back pains you, I think I can get what's caught in it out, although that isn't something I would want to do tonight...you...what happened to you?" Killian Waltz: "Uh, begging your pardon, my lady." Carina De'bayle: "I think before a vacation is in order, some mending needs to be done within in the House on a personal level," Carina side-glances toward Denz. "I fear it is not my place as of yet though, to step into."

Denz De'bayle: Perhaps. If we are lucky, 'tis already happening in the other room. Denz De'bayle: I sense no immediate want of violence from Adelise from here. Denz De'bayle gazes upon Carina De'bayle in deep reflection. Killian Waltz 's mouth presses briefly into a line, but he says nothing in response to the conversation between Denz and Carina. Carina De'bayle: "You presume quite a bit, but even then, I am not quite as hopeful as you are." Jancis Milburga looks over Killian's face, watching it for reactions as much as out of habit. "Your hands are cold, but it is not bad." She then realizes after her error. "There was an ambush. A masked arcanist of curious power I. I got impaled and there was no other healer. When I-" Jancis Milburga: "I did what I could when I was conscious." Killian Waltz: "You took out your own organs?" Denz De'bayle 's eyebrows furrow. "What?!" Carina De'bayle can only shrug her shoulders, seemingly not /too/ surprised by this. Jancis Milburga saddens, "I could not save them. They were left behind. I managed to close the wounds. Keep it clean." She looks back over at Denz. "I am sorry." Denz De'bayle blinks. "What organs are you missing, Jancis? Don't you... need all of them?" Killian Waltz: "Lady Milburga...you should...this is...uh, I think this is going to be more complicated than...um, Countess De'bayle," Killian says awkwardly, withdrawing his hands. Your eyes grow wide with awe upon seeing Killian Waltz. Carina De'bayle: "I would imagine if she was alive she must be missing a kidney..." Carina raises her brows toward Killian, "hmmm?" Jancis Milburga: "Complicated?" Jancis Milburga actually seems worried about that. "But. But Denz is the complicated one." Denz De'bayle: -What- is complicated, Killian? Killian Waltz: "Yes. A kidney, an ovary, and part of the womb. I don't know how, but...you're pregnant. You've been pregnant for some time." Killian holds a hand out, his index finger and thumb spaced to indicate a size. "Close to your second trimester, I think." Jancis Milburga tries to explain, "I still have a kidney. One is more than enough. I-"

Carina De'bayle: "Oh my," Carina presses a hand to her chest, "that is wonderful news! If not also somewhat troubling. That would explain the two moons..." Carina De'bayle: "Women can give birth with a single ovary though, how fortunate we are to have two. Oh congratulations Denz!" Jancis Milburga watches Killian, still going over his words and looking at his hand quietly. Denz De'bayle listens closely to Killian's words, furrowing his eyebrows. When he dropped that bomb, he was left stunned, eyes widened and glancing slowly back to Jancis. Whatever Carina said didn't appear to register in his mind. Killian Waltz: "You should...uh, you should have a doctor ready to tend to you, Lady Milburga. I think it's likely that you'll have some trouble along the way with your internal damage." Carina De'bayle looks down to Aegisan, "do you hear that my sweet boy, you are to have a cousin!" She beams, eventually turning toward Jancis. "Oh most certainly, but worry not Jancis. I will stop at nothing to ensure you have the smoothest of pregnancies, regardless of your troubles." Jancis Milburga touches her stomach where Killian's fairly cold hand had been. "That is what is complicated. Thaliak's Grace, it seems all so much more simple after being confused why I could not fix this. Was. Was nothing to fix." Killian Waltz smiles a little. "No, there's nothing to fix. And fortunately, you'll see the end of your nausea soon. Even as soon as next week, it can abate." Carina De'bayle: "Quite the miracle, on the contrary." Carina De'bayle: "You had best take it easy from here on out." Jancis Milburga looks over at Carina, finally relaxing her arms back to her front fully. She smiles softly at her, "Yes. Quite the miracle." She looks at the quiet Aegisan a moment. "I will need the help." Jancis Milburga reaches over to Killian's arm, squeezing it. "Thank you." Carina De'bayle: "I will be here to help, as will Aegisan. Perhaps you two might wish to babysit him some nights? Prepare for your own?" Killian Waltz: "If you notice abnormal bleeding or discharge, or cramps that are worse than usual, you should seek someone out immediately," Killian says more seriously by way of response to Jancis. "Don't try to just power through it. Given how long it's taken to be able to find this out for you...it's imperative that you act immediately if you feel like something's off." Jancis Milburga: "I will do that for you regardless, Carina. Children take a village, no?" Carina De'bayle: "Killian speaks true. As do you, my friend. We can both offer one another our help. We are a family, after all," she reached a hand to rest over the womans leg comfortingly. Jancis Milburga starts noting Killian's words more, nodding and repeating the key points. "If something is off." Killian Waltz: "That means not waiting moons to be examined like you did when you just felt nauseated," Killian says pointedly. "Now that there's more than just your health to think about - although I feel like your health should be more important to you than it seems to be." Killian Waltz: "I'll prepare some ginger tea to be sent to you when I go home. It's good to settle the stomach." Denz De'bayle was stuck in his silence, continuing to stare at Jancis at a loss for words. After several minutes of mentally processing the news, he could only speak out calmly. "Could you both leave us?" Jancis Milburga turns back to Carina, trying to keep up with her excitement and Killian's matter-of-fact care. "We. We are. I." She finally looks over at Denz, staying quiet as Killian continues. Carina De'bayle also takes a moment to look over toward Denz, her expression curious. Killian Waltz seems to be done speaking for the moment, although he also seems to have missed Denz's request. Carina De'bayle: "By all means. Killian?" Carina stands to her feet, "we are to leave the couple to themselves for the time being. Call on us if you need anything and worry not as well, we will leave it to you two to announce this to others. That is not our place."

Killian Waltz: "O-oh, uh..." Killian rises to his feet, stretching out his hands as he steps uncertainly forward. "Yes, alright." Denz De'bayle >> Sleep now, finish this later? Denz De'bayle >> Tomorrow? >> Denz De'bayle: Yes please. My hero. Carina De'bayle reaches to take a hold of the mans arm, "think you might escort me out?" She smiles, leading them toward the door. Jancis Milburga: Thank you guys so much for bonus RP tonight.)) Carina De'bayle: ((No problem!)) Jancis Milburga: I still owe you both lots.)) Killian Waltz: ( ^^ ) Carina De'bayle: ((No such thing! You have a great night~))

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Feb 16 2018

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