Where: Hospital Who: @varden-lefebvre
Delphine had been on high alert since the attack on her people. She'd been sending out feelers, hoping that they would come back to her with answers. The who was clear-- The Russians. But who specifically was what she wanted to know. She didn't normally like to get her own hands dirty, but she could make an exception for the asshole or assholes who perpetrated this act that put so many of her people in the hospital. That is, until she made them pay in a way much worse than that later on. But it would do for now.
It had taken her a moment to come see Varden. They were close and when she'd heard from Yves that he was awake and talking, unlike Laurent, she'd been immensely relieved. She didn't stay away because she didn't care he'd made it through, but because she cared so much that her heart hurt to think about it. He was one of the only people she could let her guard down for and almost losing that type of friendship had rattled her, truth be told.
As she walked through the hallways, guards at her back, she pulled her coat around herself and crossed her arms, poking a head into his room before stepping in completely.
For a moment she simply stared at him, her eyes taking in the scene before her. "You're so lucky you're not dead," she said, only a hint of a smile settled on her features. She wasn't the touchy feely, emotional type.