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"Hmm..." Lucind pondered on that option, fishing a hair band out of her robe's pocket and tying her blue strands. Somehow, that was too complicated for her taste and the woman changed her mind.

"Denise, are there any other clothes here in the hospital Vahn and I could borrow? Just something plain for the way back."

Then, they only had to wait for his sword to be brought back, while she would make a call to arrange the transport.

His flesh, it would look almost completely healed, the stitching closed. The stitches were special, designed to meld and integrate with his flesh. He would notice black lines across his arm. It would look like someone had taken a black sewing thread and wrapped it tightly, but that would be all the worse it would look. Contempt, the very word made his arm pulse with energy, dark energy, darker than the voids of the universe.

Fill yourself with hatred and wrath, then know your true power.

"That's really kind of you Denise, thank you," Lucind smiled. She wrote down her own sizes - but due to the fact she had an eye for clothes and fashion plus that she'd talked with Sun during HoH about the team's outfit, she was also able to give Vahn's measures more or less precisely. A size larger might be better though, she thought, at least for the pants.

A minute later she gave the nurse the piece of paper, her list containing underwear, socks, plain jeans for both of them, a dark coloured sweatshirt for him, a blouse for her (black, blue or white), black boots - did Vahn still have his greaves? Lucind didn't know, so she ordered a pair for him, too -, some sportive short jacket for him and something alike or a blazer for her. A side note asked to just make sure they wouldn't run around in partner look, with a winking smiley next to it.

Thanking the woman again, Lucind asked for the number of the transport division to find out which way of travelling back the could use.

After that, she'd return to Vahn's room. She frowned inside. Obviously, he didn't only want to leave as soon as possible because of Sunstrike, he also seemed to suffer from a general...dislike of hospitals.

Not caring for his quasi-nakedness, she stepped in and leaned against the bed frame. "Well, we will sit in one of Yait's helicopters in around one and a half hour, bringing us wherever we want to head to, if there aren't any unplanned delays or problems of any kind.

Also, I've ordered us some clothes which should arrive together with your sword...by the way, what's with your own boots? Maybe they come with the fang, too."

During her last words, the woman's eyes rested on Vahn's right arm, then - "So...how are you doing?" - they stared right into his yellow ones.
Patients got to hear this question everday. But Lucind seemed to be quite serious about it, thinking of what the man had told her, that his body more and more refused working properly. She remembered most things Ezekiel had told her. And what had happened at the docks.

Maybe taking a flight wasn't even a good idea.

"The gods, eh...?"

Finally, she let her look wander through the room, made a few steps to switch out the still protesting machines.

"I know you'd rather not speak about it, 'bout what happened at Latent...with you. But I might have to come back to it later on. I'm only a halfblood, yet playing with fire items should better be avoided."

Or being lifted up by black flame tentacles, she added to herself.

"It's unlikely, but still there is the possibility of an error caused by the contact. Especially in combination with the attack of that Behemoth... -

But right now, I'm craving for something sweet...and coffee. You wanna have something, too?"

She was well aware of his aloofness and just paid him one last, silent look before she asked if he was fine with coffee and donuts as well or if she should bring something else.

Lucind returned after ten minutes, also bringing a bottle of water and from then on, she would only chatter about rather trivial things: about what she'd found out about Yaits Corporation, what she'd ordered for them and that she hoped the clothes would fit and also about her shop, that it was really good she'd made her friend Kara becoming her business partner since the number of unplanned events like this had been going up recently...

"...

So, he did it?"

She took another sip from her coffee after finishing her second donut, as if it where some everyday comment he had just made.

Anyway, the woman had this distinct feeling that it wasn't only her messed up mind which refused to give a clear statement, but that it had given her some confusion before: the question who had killed the man called Draeger, possessed by Efreet.

"Well...in the end, even death won't be unemployed any soon." One corner of her mouth curled into a smile, she quoted from somewhere:

"Only at the end, it seems to go fast, and always have gone fast."

She put the donut-box onto his bedside table.

"You should allow their painkillers to work. For a while at least."