"Really? What a pity. He's quite adorable really. Little dimples and everything. Shame he's such a little shit. Causing all this trouble. I certainly wouldn't have put up with this were it my boy. Put him over my knee, you know." He eyed the hospital at large. "Perhaps you could go find the owner of this lavish establishment. Surely he'd know."
Linnea kept her eyes trained on the warlock even as he looked away from her, with a tight sort of smile fixed onto her lips. But she was tucked just inside the wards, so she didn't hold any true worry for herself as much as she did his general motives. "He's assisting in a surgery, I'm afraid," she fibbed automatically, covering for her former crewmate instinctively. "Won't be free to speak for several hours. But I could always pass along your contact details if necessary. Assuming you're next of kin?"




















