I'll head to the infirmary, then. We can talk more later. Feel free to pass this back to Stolas; he can remain there if you like or depart, I've no preference.
Yeah, fine. [Blitzø drags his good hand down his face and offers the communicator back to Stolas, all the while trying to ignore the churning feeling in his gut at all of this.
He knew it was stupid now but he'd vaguely hoped that he wouldn't have to deal with Stolas meeting with Florian and Johann, that he could just ignore it and it would... somehow work itself out. The fact that was never going to be the case is abundantly clear now.]
[His attention turns back to Blitz when he hears the call end, but rather than move back towards him, his communicator gets the light blue glow of his magic around it, and it gets tugged politely out of Blitz's hand to float back into Stolas's.]
No thank you, Blitz. [His voice is quiet and polite again, but there's an underlying steel that Blitz hasn't actually been on the receiving end of much before.] I'm sure Florian will have you quite in hand. Do get better soon.
[And he tucks his communicator into his vest pocket as he ducks his head to leave the infirmary.]
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He knew it was stupid now but he'd vaguely hoped that he wouldn't have to deal with Stolas meeting with Florian and Johann, that he could just ignore it and it would... somehow work itself out. The fact that was never going to be the case is abundantly clear now.]
Stolas, are you, I mean, do you wanna... stay?
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No thank you, Blitz. [His voice is quiet and polite again, but there's an underlying steel that Blitz hasn't actually been on the receiving end of much before.] I'm sure Florian will have you quite in hand. Do get better soon.
[And he tucks his communicator into his vest pocket as he ducks his head to leave the infirmary.]
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Now what am I to be looking at...