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"Oh," Lara said quietly, closing her eyes for a moment.
"We'll be on our way," Gigi offered. "If you can just give us directions, and the key-"
"Don't be stupid," Lara snapped. Her eyes were damp, but her tears went unshed.
"You are staying at least a few hours- Long enough that you could be friends visiting for dinner and drinks, not strangers dropping by unannounced for ten minutes," she pointed out, then reconsidered. "No. You are staying the night. He's not leaving until we are certain a fever won't set in," she said of Lanea. "'Reconnaissance by the bar'," she scoffed, clearly of the mind that such efforts would not accomplish much in his current state.
"Sit," she ordered Gigi. "Put this on your burns," she said, placing a jar of salve on the table.
"They're really just superficial," Gigi protested, but she squeezed Alyx's hand on her arm in silent thanks, and did as she was told.
"And eat something," Lara added, nodding at the food sitting on the plates. "Before it goes cold. The rest of you," she said, eyeing the vampires. "Will stay away from my veins." She was apparently comfortable working with vampires, but like most Eldergaardians, didn't like the idea of being a food source. "But I might have some blood still in the cellar," she mused.
"Down those stairs, and there's a trapdoor on the left under the rug," she told Henrick. "Second shelving unit on the right, there's a bunch of jars- Do you know the alchemical symbol for iron?"
"Uh- Yes," he answered.
"Any of the jars with that symbol, in red paint- Bring them back up here," she instructed, and he nodded. He was already headed down the stairs when she added, "And don't snoop."
"So Bicksley's taken over Jorgenson's ship, huh- Bicksley the younger, I presume," she clarified. "How'd he manage that then?"
"We'll be on our way," Gigi offered. "If you can just give us directions, and the key-"
"Don't be stupid," Lara snapped. Her eyes were damp, but her tears went unshed.
"You are staying at least a few hours- Long enough that you could be friends visiting for dinner and drinks, not strangers dropping by unannounced for ten minutes," she pointed out, then reconsidered. "No. You are staying the night. He's not leaving until we are certain a fever won't set in," she said of Lanea. "'Reconnaissance by the bar'," she scoffed, clearly of the mind that such efforts would not accomplish much in his current state.
"Sit," she ordered Gigi. "Put this on your burns," she said, placing a jar of salve on the table.
"They're really just superficial," Gigi protested, but she squeezed Alyx's hand on her arm in silent thanks, and did as she was told.
"And eat something," Lara added, nodding at the food sitting on the plates. "Before it goes cold. The rest of you," she said, eyeing the vampires. "Will stay away from my veins." She was apparently comfortable working with vampires, but like most Eldergaardians, didn't like the idea of being a food source. "But I might have some blood still in the cellar," she mused.
"Down those stairs, and there's a trapdoor on the left under the rug," she told Henrick. "Second shelving unit on the right, there's a bunch of jars- Do you know the alchemical symbol for iron?"
"Uh- Yes," he answered.
"Any of the jars with that symbol, in red paint- Bring them back up here," she instructed, and he nodded. He was already headed down the stairs when she added, "And don't snoop."
"So Bicksley's taken over Jorgenson's ship, huh- Bicksley the younger, I presume," she clarified. "How'd he manage that then?"