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Pendragon coughed slightly and shifted in his seat. "I took care of him. And he wasn't going to learn what he needed if he remained where he was. It was the only option." he defended himself.

Kendall put the restraints on Tyrion before looking at the doctor. "If you've an antidote, I suggest giving it to him. Now!" he said, clearly already frustrated and impatient with the situation.

Kendall had restrained the Permandran prince, but he did not cease his vigilant watch. So, when a door appeared in the wall, while others would have missed it, Kendall noticed, and his eyes narrowed as he recognized it as a trick of the wizard who kidnapped him. What did that old coot want now? He didn't have time to humor the crazy man. Kendall tore his eyes away from the strange door, but he made a mental note of it and returned to watching everyone who wasn't himself, Arisa, Tyrion, or his father (who had left the room), with suspicion. He wouldn't let an assassin murder those he was determined to protect.

Pendragon scoffed. "You said it yourself, she shouldn't be moving. Besides, there are spies within the ranks of the healers in the boy's court. She's safer here." he said, readjusting himself in his seat. "Anyways, only those I want to enter may. It's perfectly safe. Only the fate-touched can see it."

Kendall looked to Tyrion, noticing where the other was staring. "You see it too?" he asked the other in hushed tones.

Pendragon sighed. "If I go out there, a place that isn't infused with magic like your healing rooms or my personal apartments are, I am going to age and die Morgaine. You know this." he grumbled before noticing Kyria pulling a face. "Kyria, I highly suggest letting my sister treat you. You will heal faster if you allow her to do her work." he said, his voice less snippy than it had been when speaking with his sibling.

Kendall frowned. "There's . . . a long story attached to it. Short version, I probably should go through it, but with spies and assassins and kidnappers, I think I'm needed here more." he murmured.

Pendragon sighed and then looked to Morgaine. "Were we ever so stubborn?" he asked his sister.

Kendall frowned. "I . . . am hesitant. You were poisoned when you weren't restrained. You can understand my concern." he said, looking to the other with a skeptical expression.

Pendragon sniffed. "I do not deal with drugs. I merely open people's eyes to the reality." he said defensively. Drugs indeed. Morgaine was the one who messed with substances for one reason or another.

Kendall blanched. "But . . . blades are still . . ." Kendall turned to the doctor with a sudden ferocity. "I am trusting you with his care. On your head be it should he perish on your watch." he said lowly. Then, without a further word, he crossed to Pendragon's door and passed through it. "Pendragon!" he called out, his voice dripping with the irritation he felt towards the wizard.

Pendragon chuckled. "Only to those I wish to speak with. And I do believe I made a deal." he said, looking to Kyria. "In here, m'boy!" he called out, hearing the sound of Kendall's footsteps in the hallway. Soft and practiced in stealth he may be, but Pendragon was no ordinary person. He then looked to Kyria. "Perhaps you'd like to speak with him, child?" he suggested, knowing Kendall would be much more quick about showing up if she called out to him.