Emryc
Tooth & Nail
He felt the heavy weight of doubt settle in over his brow and lower into his gaze. Emryc may not have had the most orthodox experience with women given that the majority of their time and attention had been bought and paid for, but the words I'm fine seemed to stick like a foul stench on his mind. Curdled emotion.
There wasn't really any part of him that cared to argue the fact - whether or not she was fine was entirely her own issue. He was here, he had not left her, she clearly had delusions of something going on. Not anything Emryc decided he would lose sleep over or waste a perfectly good meal on. So, without any further ado, he stuck his first bite of steak into his mouth and chewed.
"Madame have you decided on your-" the Waiter was back but he stopped short at what appeared to be a very distraught looking Lady, "oh my, I'll give you more time to ... to," he blinked, leaning to peer down at a puddle on the ground that had formed just at the woman's feet, "is ....is that blood? Madame are you bleeding?"
Emryc looked up, jaw rolling halfway through the motion of the chew, sights flickering between Bea, the Waiter, and then back again. He slowly pushed back on his chair to gain enough room to look and sure enough.
"I'll fetch the station Doctor!" the Waiter zipped out of the room.
Emryc slowly sat back up straight, eyes trained on Beatrice, "Bea...why are you bleeding?"
There wasn't really any part of him that cared to argue the fact - whether or not she was fine was entirely her own issue. He was here, he had not left her, she clearly had delusions of something going on. Not anything Emryc decided he would lose sleep over or waste a perfectly good meal on. So, without any further ado, he stuck his first bite of steak into his mouth and chewed.
"Madame have you decided on your-" the Waiter was back but he stopped short at what appeared to be a very distraught looking Lady, "oh my, I'll give you more time to ... to," he blinked, leaning to peer down at a puddle on the ground that had formed just at the woman's feet, "is ....is that blood? Madame are you bleeding?"
Emryc looked up, jaw rolling halfway through the motion of the chew, sights flickering between Bea, the Waiter, and then back again. He slowly pushed back on his chair to gain enough room to look and sure enough.
"I'll fetch the station Doctor!" the Waiter zipped out of the room.
Emryc slowly sat back up straight, eyes trained on Beatrice, "Bea...why are you bleeding?"