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Elliot watched the other slowly doze off, Lily inching closer before Elliot shifted, closing the space, arms still wrapped around Leo. He was warm, so very warm. And soon Leo's breath was even, signalling to the prince that he was asleep, it made him smile. However every noise his room made kept him awake for the rest of the day lit hours, ears twitching, eyes glancing around until night finally settled. Exhausted beyond belief the prince closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to relax and sleep.

And the prince ended up sleeping through most of the morning, not hearing the doctors sneak in to check on Leonard and himself before sneaking out again silently. A few maids had come in as well to check on the two before exiting. It was only toward lunch did the white ear twitch, hearing a heel on the wooden floor by the door. An intake of breath made Elliot shift, one arm asleep under Lily as he glanced at the door. A human eared-maid. "What time is it?" He asked hoarsely, turning away from Lily to cough.

"Nearly lunch time." She murmured. "The king has given special instructions to bring soup and water to you both."

"Could you bring that now?"

"Right away." And she left, leaving Elliot sitting there, rubbing his face before crinkling his nose. Sickness smelled awful, he smelled awful. Turning to the side he began removing his clothes, the lethargy and sleep still with him as he soon had difficulties untying his shirt. A twist and a yank sent the prince falling to the floor, pain shooting up his skull as he made contact with the less then plush rug. "Ow." the prince curled up pathetically.

"Lily stay in bed." Elliot tried to order only to find his head placed in Lily's lap. "I fell while undressing. I smell terrible." and shifted, kissing Leo's stomach before forcing himself to sit up. "Back in bed with you, trust me I'll be doing no work today, I feel as terrible as I no doubt look." using the bed as leverage the prince stood back up on bare feet, holding a hand out to Lily and gently pulling her back up until the princely stomach made a very unprincely noise. he blushed, ears lowering. "The maid is bringing food." And helped the bentien back on the bed, Elliot removing his clothes after ripping the fabric rope on his shirt and pants and undergarments, crawling back into the bed and shifting under the blankets. "I will sleep all day, perhaps bathe after the meal." Looking up he stroked leo's face. "Did you sleep well? Do you still hurt?"

"I am glad, truly I am. And gently started to stroke her hair, bringing a lock of hair forward to gently stroke that instead of reaching his arm, he hurt, he was tired, his throat felt raw and stomach empty, not to mention the pounding headache throbbing in the back of his head. But in this bed with Lily, he was fine. Silver eyes glanced up at the glass covering only the circle center of his ceiling, sunlight pouring through the room. He smiled gently, looking back at his bentien, inching forward and softly placing his lips on her forehead. "Get well soon." he murmured.

Elliot would try, the man turning to look back up at the ceiling. For now, all he would do is rest, hopefully his sisters wouldn't visit, that was the last thing either of them needed. Rolling onto his side, back to Lily he glanced at the door, listening for when food would come. It was that queen's fault that he was sick and that Lily was in pain. She had been bleeding, his limbs, terrible, horrible, that woman deserved punishment. But could she? It was now known she had tried to kill the king, so there was little doubt that she would not be tried for killing him, she would be put on the death sentence. Oh had he a tail it'd be swaying, that woman's death would be glorious. He wouldn't kill her himself,

Oh god his sisters, their mother was going to die. How on earth would that news be broken to them? Their mother, dead, for god knows what. Who would tell them, his father most likely. The sudden though of him and the Prime Minister together made the prince groan, covering his face with the blankets as he removed the image. That was something he could have lived without. The front door opened and the maid came in with a tray, placing it on the night table.

"Be sure to sleep well. Your sisters told me to remind you to bathe and use the shampoo they had bought you."

"thank you." He murmured, watching her leave before sitting up and grabbing a hot bowl, relishing the warmth before eating. Vegetable soup, no doubt because of Lily's taste. Did he not eat meat at all? He did eat a few bites when he'd gotten him. Hm, was Lily asleep? Elliot couldn't go back to sleep, not after the thought of his sisters and then his father's relationship with the prime minister.

"No, there is nothing wrong." he lied, eating a bit more of his soup. "I am merely thinking. And I'm glad the soup is good, it would seem the maids have noticed you don't eat meat." He chuckled, stirring the liquid. "I might go bathe after this, my sisters had the maid remind me to use that god awful shampoo." Another bite as he continued to think, using the shampoo would make his sisters feel better, the smallest bit of happiness if their mother did indeed die.

"It's of no matter, vegetables won't do me any harm. They make you stronger." he explained, something his mother had told him when he'd still refused to eat them. However the bowl was soon empties, placed back onto the tray as he stretched. The food had helped, he felt more awake and somewhat stronger now that he had food in his system. "If you'd like, you may." He didn't want to mention the other had to no doubt wash what the others had done to him. That also meant Elliot had to put his clothes back on.

"Put the blanket on, you won't be walking around in the nude." he said, grabbing the thinnest sheet on the bed and wrapping it around the other in a toga like fashion, covering all the parts one would on a woman. "There you are, though it's safe to say I am not one to design clothes." and grabbed at his clothes, putting on all the necessary things instead of anything underneath. As long as it looked like he was dress properly it didn't matter. "Can you walk, Lily? I can carry you." No, he probably couldn't, but he'd sure as hell try.