Lodestone [Hubert & Henry]
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A voice. Warbled. Distorted by darkness. A second time it came clearer. The third, accompanied by a hazy figure. One whose white hair and unwavering grin Hubert recognized.
“Hen...ry?” His eyes opened slowly. What was he doing in Garreg Mach again? What was he doing here? Moving one hand to the stone floor, Hubert pressed into the heel of his palm to raise up off of his shoulder. Had his limbs and muscles not ached as they did, he would have moved faster, to save what little dignity he had left being found unconscious by someone barely more than an acquaintance.
“What are you—“ An arc of rainbow-colored light from Henry’s hand danced above the pages of one of the books, casting odd colors across the figures and sigils. Brow knitting together, eyes squeezing shut, Hubert bit through the trembling weakness in his arm and forced himself up. First to sit, then, carefully grasping for the edge of his sturdy desk, to stand.
“What are you doing here?” he managed, straightening out his clothes and running a hand - gloveless, clammy - through his hair to avoid any of the confusion and bewilderment that may have come to Henry’s face. The Emperor’s right hand being found incapacitated on the job, by a foreigner, no less. It was shameful.
“I would ask that you not touch my work.” Hubert cleared his throat of the weakness that had entered it as well, and set about picking up the papers that had slid to the floor. He held his hand out, palm up, to take back what Henry had found.