[[ @ferocioushonesty ]]
Iberian Peninsula, Napeoleonic Wars
Wait a second ... That couldn't be right! Thera moved a step closer, making a show of dusting something off her skirts as she listened in. The two officers were speaking in casual voices, discussing an upcoming transfer of prisoners of war to their eventual 'home' on the infamous English Hulks. Standard procedure, and nothing very unusual about that - except for a certain item that had caught her ear.
"Good riddance, I say. That Frog's taking up a hospital bed we could use for one of our own. He's well enough to travel, I'll have him out with the next parade!"
... Well enough to travel? She cocked her ear a little closer, making sure she was hearing correctly - even though what she was hearing wasn't making any sense. There was only one 'Frog' in a hospital bed that she knew of, and when she'd seen him barely a day and a half ago, 'fit to travel' hadn't even been on the cards.
"Doctor types are all baffled, so they say ... "
The 'doctor types' were very definitely not alone. Thera stayed a moment or two more, brow creasing in thought - then quickly turned away and headed for the hospital tent. One way or another, she needed to check on Javert right now ...