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With a hand he traced over the other's bare shoulders and one elbow. The swelling had indeed died considerably, and stretching out the muscles might do some good. It wouldn't hurt as bad moving them as it would having Leo remain still for a long while. "We'll go for a walk, but you need to choose your own clothes and dress yourself." He placed a small kiss on his nose. "And don't forget your stockings, Lily." Letting go of the bentien the prince slid out of the bed, going to the wardrobe and dressing. A light blue jacket with gold trim on the shoulders and wrists, a red sash across his waist. Pants of the same blue color, the belt brown and boots black, the shirt underneath the jacket white and cloak red as the sash. He made sure the sleeves went down to his wrists, pants and jacket looking proper before looking at his companion, Elliot shoving as much of his hair into the black hat as possible. "Are you nearly ready? Do you need help with anything?" And went to the closet, opening the doors and opening the metal box which he'd been with when coming back home. Clicking open the locks he took out the dark wooded loot, only the face a light colored wood. It was still in good condition, hardly any scratches on the surface or sides.

"It is all right. The sun isn't out so it will be rather chill out." he explained, twisting the knobs on the instrument before plucking each string once and opening his bedroom door. it sounded fine, but once in the garden he may have to adjust them a little bit more. "You've seen it in the memory of my mother giving it to me." he said, closing the door and walking. "But this time you will hear it." Elliot noticed Leo had no gloves and he thought, looking at the white lamps. He had little idea where he would obtain a pair of gloves for her. For now he merely held her hand gently, merely leading her, proving it mostly to himself by staying half a step ahead of her. He didn't love this bentien, later today they'd be en route for Falia (he'd need to do something about Loslith) and once in Falia there was a high chance of Leo going back home. Developing an attachment was not an option. A companion, that is what Lily was, his friend. Then they were outside, the wind non-existent but the cold still hanging in the air. Perhaps there would be snow, Elliot couldn't see the stars.

He continued to walk, leading her to the small and quiet alcove, the crystalline area filled with small, fluffy snowflakes. at least it was snowing in one place. "If are get too cold, tell me and we'll go inside." Eyes glanced over her body. "Are your joints still doing well? is the cold hurting them?"

If they were stiff the cold may not help them, best to only play a few short songs then. But Elliot looked curiously before smiling as Leo showed some mild affection. he must have been really thankful the prince had saved his life. "Yes you may." He responed, plucking the strings again before turning them. It took no more then ten seconds before he started to play. It was a simple song, one he enjoyed and actually a song he used to calm his sisters down a lot. The prince couldn't stop the small smile which placed itself on his lips as he continued to play. Soon however the song finished and he went to different tunes, each one as short as the last.

The prince was more focused on his fingers and the sound, making sure to play it perfectly for the bentien at his feet, Playful, smooth, warm, it had to flow, and he nearly made a mistake, but it seemed Leo hadn' noticed. Under half-lid eyes the prince glanced at her, spotting her shake. He stopped, eyes opening fully as his face filled with concern. "Are you cold?" They could go back inside. They'd been still and outside for almost ten minutes, it was no wonder that Leo would suddenly get the chills.

So beautiful it gave the other the chills? Elliot couldn't help but chuckle, kissing the other's forehead. Such a lie. "I'll keep playing, you're one of the few who have even heard-" Then the voice which made Elliot turn slowly, the kindness in his eyes turning into a glare. "Isn't it a bit early for old people to be up, Prime Minister?" or better yet, how had he even FOUND him?! He would freeze the man where he stood if... no, he'd do it regardless.

"Said the pot to the kettle, your outfit is atrocious!" Elliot exclaimed quickly, ears flattening against his head under the hat. "How are you the one not freezing!" of course then Leo thanked the man, making Elliot feel like the bad guy as he turned away, fiddling with the knobs, pretending to tune it. "Perhaps a quick goodbye and leaving would be a nice way of payment." He muttered, glancing back. "How on earth did you find this place! No one should know of it! Not even my sisters who frequent this garden nearly every day. Of you are following me, lecher, I will freeze your genitalia until it falls off."

Of course, Elliot owned nothing, why was it not surprising? His mother had shown him this spot, no doubt that his father had showed her that. he was a prince, what did he own? "Your little flower?" He questioned with a frown. Elliot couldn't read people, he knew that very well, that's why he asked so many questions, but Lily, Lily was fine, was he not? Elliot gave a low, warning growl toward the human-eared man. "I'll be sure to remember that." And silver eyes watched the man leave from the hidden entrance, a blush spreading across his face as ice grew from the ground stabbing the bush. "Get back here you lecherous codger! Don't put such things in Leo's head!" he called, retracting the ice and sitting back down with a huff. Now he was in no mood to play or work. He felt like sulking. he owned absolutely nothing, true, but this was his space, what business of it was the Prime Minister's to interrupt!? He must have known how quiet this alcove was!

Grabbing his Lute he re-adjusted the strings, plucking at them randomly as he tried to find a tune he looked. Elliot wished to be emotionless again, the Minister's words had never crawled under his skin so deeply. "Don't listen to him, the last thing I need is a romp, I can assure you. Your company is all I need." And then he cut his finger, something he hadn't done in a while while playing. Perhaps it was time to go inside, poison that old man and go to bed happy.

Elliot tried to smile, but it was weak. He didn't own Lily, you couldn't own people, that was slavery. He didn't own his bedroom, he could really own something once he became king. But even then they were hand-me downs, but he could change them, make them his own. "I cannot feel the cold, Lily." He said, but stood anyway, kissing the bentien's hand and holding it to his cheek. Elliot was good to Lily, he tried his best, no point in getting enraged over the Prime Minister. "You are too kind to me." And kissed his cheek, holding Lily's hand. "I'll follow you, let's go inside."