It was not an ideal option and Corax knew that. His son was important to him, they all were of course, but Khakir had been there from the beginning. He was not Terran, he knew Deliverance before it had been so; he ahd worked in the prison, he had helped liberate the planet and its people and Corax felt he had a strong duty of care to those he had known since his childhood and he would stop at nothing to try and make things right for them. It was a shame he could do no more in this case, not yet at least.
At least Khakir accepted the order to rest and relax. It might not help a great deal but it was all they could afford at the moment. He felt terrible for threatening him with Ghelt, however the response from Khakir did bring a wry smile to his lips. “Ghelt is very diligent in his work, as you are, though I think in this case we can let it slide for now. I do not wish to cause issues and I dearly hope that this will pass and become an event of the past.” He would keep a watch on it however, there was no way he was going to let this happen again and become a wider problem. If Khakir could be affected in this way, there was no reason none of the others couldn’t.
The vox then chimed in and Corax let out a soft little sigh. “There is no rest for the wicked,” he said, “As you well know,” he added. He pressed the activation stud for the vox and informed them that he would be available momentarily. It was likely to be something inconsequential but he had to make sure just in case it wasn’t. Sometimes, it was a nuisance being in charge. He did not need to know every piece of information as it came in. he never complained however, he accepted it with the usual taciturn expression.
With what info was spoken revolving around Ghelt’s person was far from inaccurate, and though his close friend wasn’t the Chief Apothecary of their Legion, he could so very well act like it at times. He was a busybody, every vigilant, very methodical about his work and patients, and wasn’t above manhandling anyone when he felt he so needed to. And despite being one of the more reserved Ravens, a man who socialized very rarely and spoke only when angered or felt the need to place in his own commentary outside of medical necessities, he’s much like the phrase ‘a lot in a small package’, if that package were Astartes size. Though his Lord’s next set of words caused him to nod, as he too wished that this issue would cease in its already long persistence and die off; it almost reminded him of one of the Remembrancers who had caught a bug while on a recently complied world, having been sick for several weeks on end before finally recovering.
“You and me both,” he replied softly. “I’d prefer if this would pass much quicker than it has been, I would like to return to my work at a full mental capacity then this dreadful past week of hauntings and sluggishness.” He was being more truthful now on how he felt. Troubled still yes, with what was plaguing his mind, but he did want to recover, wanted to pull through this and out of the muck entirely, and he wanted to do so quickly. Whether the reason be for regulation duties, for the upcoming compliance, or simply for his well-being, any reason was good enough, really. Though he quieted himself with his Liege’s vox beeped softly, allowing Corax to take the message without the disturbance of his chatter.
When addressed again he shifted in his seat, actually becoming quite comfortable in the way he’s been perched for a while now, almost as if he’s ready to fall asleep right then and there. “It would seem so. Mind keeping me up with the details?” It was a minor request, one that if he were a lesser officer or of rank he’d likely be declined, but he was certain that his relationship with his Lord would grant him a bit of leeway. “Just to keep me up to speed so I don’t miss too much while I’m…Uh, on forced retirement for the day.” He honestly wasn’t sure what else to call it.
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