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[bybloodandhonor]

[The communicator unexpectedly turns on, but the view is partly obscured by a gauntleted hand and pans quickly across what looks like the infirmary. The view turns, the hand disappearing to hold the communicator properly, to focus on Tirion, who's sitting upright on the bed

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[a_bit_put_upon]

[And the Doctor arrives (again) to check in on those he'd carried in. Seeing Tirion alone and stirring, he makes his way to that bed, pulling up a stray chair to sit next to him.]

Mr. Fordring? Anything you need?

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[bybloodandhonor]

[Tirion presses a hand to his head, which is still hurting along with his throat, but he's drawing heavily on the Light right now to help ease that.]

I don't suppose you could tell me what's happened, Doctor?

[Being called mister is always slightly odd to him.] And please call me Tirion if you wish.

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[a_bit_put_upon]

Tirion, then. [He makes no comment on the glow, assuming it's some effect similar to the lindos, though far more visible. The question, however, is rather unsettling to think about.]

As far as Arthas is concerned? I... found you at the bottom of a stairwell. You'd met a somewhat grisly demise. I carried you here and went to look for others your ward might have killed, while a group isolated him on the other stairwell and incapacitated him.

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[bybloodandhonor]

[It's an unsettling question, but he needs and wants to know. He hand travels from his temple to his throat and then drops to his lap, guessing how he met his end from Arthas. But he is grateful.]

Thank you. For everything, Doctor.