[ If there's anything positive about recent events, it's that Claude can safely say his streak of being a terrible patient is unbroken. Well, mostly - there'd been no disagreeing with the healers in Nocwich and he hadn't been in shape to try it until the end of that stay. And then there'd been the matter of being shuttled right off to the hospital and he'd wasted no time in wheedling the doctors and attendants into accepting the idea that exercise would absolutely help with healing! It's good to be up and moving around! They finally acquiesce with the stern warning he'd best not overdo it, yet another familiar refrain from many a healer in Fodlan, and he solemnly promises he'll do no such thing without meaning it.
Case in point: here he is wandering the hospital hallways. His pace is slower than usual with some still healing wounds as the scattered bandages across him both visible and not suggest he might've been through something major enough lately (as does the grown in beard he hasn't bothered to shave yet), and he probably should find somewhere to rest soon, but. There's only so much he can handle staring at the same walls and another Summoned he'd visited with a bit ago said something about there being animals to visit with so off he goes in search of them.
With his gaze trained down a hallway off to one side as he pauses mid-step to wonder if it'd be best to check down there, he's the perfect target for some tiny paw strikes. It startles him enough to look down and he grins at the small cat-like creature peering upwards with a paw still raised. ]
Hey there, I-
[ But Claude doesn't get to finish that thought before a voice interrupts him - a voice he knows well. Wherever he was going is promptly forgotten when he whirls around to look, and there's Marianne looking back at him. Actual shock keeps his jaw dropped for another second before he recovers and breaks into a wide grin. A genuine one. ]
I have to say, that hurt a lot less than when Dorte decided my hair was some new grass in need of being tried out immediately. [ Gods, there's so much he could say, too many thoughts cramming into his mind at once, but what he settles on is - ] How long have you been here?
😠b-i with a slight wildcard if that's okay!
Case in point: here he is wandering the hospital hallways. His pace is slower than usual with some still healing wounds as the scattered bandages across him both visible and not suggest he might've been through something major enough lately (as does the grown in beard he hasn't bothered to shave yet), and he probably should find somewhere to rest soon, but. There's only so much he can handle staring at the same walls and another Summoned he'd visited with a bit ago said something about there being animals to visit with so off he goes in search of them.
With his gaze trained down a hallway off to one side as he pauses mid-step to wonder if it'd be best to check down there, he's the perfect target for some tiny paw strikes. It startles him enough to look down and he grins at the small cat-like creature peering upwards with a paw still raised. ]
Hey there, I-
[ But Claude doesn't get to finish that thought before a voice interrupts him - a voice he knows well. Wherever he was going is promptly forgotten when he whirls around to look, and there's Marianne looking back at him. Actual shock keeps his jaw dropped for another second before he recovers and breaks into a wide grin. A genuine one. ]
I have to say, that hurt a lot less than when Dorte decided my hair was some new grass in need of being tried out immediately. [ Gods, there's so much he could say, too many thoughts cramming into his mind at once, but what he settles on is - ] How long have you been here?