Thirty-Four - Complications

[grinnvalesti]

[Accidental Voice]

[Taking a break from his regimen of dozing while standing outside of Capell's room, Sigmund is in the kitchen. He's made himself a nice bowl of soup, and is skimming the journal to see what he's missed while watching over Capell. Unfortunately, as liquids do, some of his soup tries to go down the wrong pipe. He starts to cough,

Comments

[martelandmany]

[Uh oh. Capell's father had seen her... as she was. Was she ready to face him? Damage control is better sooner than later. Softly:]

...What ails you? I may be of some assistance.

[grinnvalesti]

[Wait, that's...? Well, he had been told death is only temporary here. Perhaps it is best to see if Martel is back to normal.]

Martel, is that you?

[martelandmany]

Indeed. You... sound unwell. What might I do?

[grinnvalesti]

Have you returned to your former state?

[mystearical]

[My, that sounds nasty. Tear has holed herself up at the clinic where she was previously taking care of Stella, and happens to look at her journal at the right (or possibly wrong) moment. She frowns, and writes...]

Potions are not my forte, but I use a fonic hymn that puts people to sleep.

[grinnvalesti]

A fonic hymn? I'm afraid I am not familiar with those. Is it a form of magic?

[mystearical]

You could call it such, yes.

[grinnvalesti]

Magic would be helpful, though I am concerned that I may need your assistance again if I am unable to sleep on my own once more. It has been difficult for me of late.

[glyphless]

Father?

[grinnvalesti]

Yes, Capell?

[glyphless]

Are you... okay?

[grinnvalesti]

I am not.

[grinnvalesti]

There is another girl who mentioned a hymn for sleeping purposes. While I am grateful for the assistance, I am not sure how long this will last.

It has been a rougher week than usual. I was more ambitious than I had the means to be.

[grinnvalesti]

[Sigmund knows when he's being scolded, and is a little skeptical.]

I had reasons to be more active than usual, and it is an injury that has not aggravated itself in some time.

The circumstances that have kept me about this land have passed. A lack of sleep presses the issue further, and now that I have the chance, I am seeking to repair what damage has been wrought.

[vermified]

[Someone's listening and not liking what he hears.]

Lord Sigmund...!

[grinnvalesti]

[And yeah, Sigmund feels like a heel right about now.]

It's over, Edward.

[vermified]

[He damn well better.]

It's not. You must rest!

[grinnvalesti]

[Oh, he does.]

I am working on it. A few spell-casters have offered their assistance, but nothing on actual sleeping potions.