"Calm yourself, boy. I care not for manners of the court, or the allure of the hierarchy. Even if you were aware of me, the only visit I'd expect from you would be if you succumbed to injury." They were all creatures of flesh and blood, when it came down to it. It would very much appear Lei did not willingly abide by the policy of royalty, he spoke as he deemed fit to, called the cards he saw. Glittering greens dropped to the sole of the Fae's foot for any signs of remaining objects inside his foot, but all appeared to be well, sparing the Prince the tweezers. Only one flicker to his aquatic companion confirmed he wouldn't be so lucky, but the tiny shards that occasionally found the mer's unbuttoned torso were superficial. A swab was dipped inside the small box, into a liquid that smelt strong, sharp and sour. "This will sting, but it will cleanse your wound." If anything, it had a scent of alcohol to it, perhaps a key ingredient. White gauze was warped around the lad's foot, it seemed a little over done for the type of injury he had, but the wrapping over the wound and then around the lower leg was solely to keep the bandage on. "I'll replace the dressing  once more tomorrow evening, if you'd care to attend the medical wing as opposed to my office. It's not a serious infliction, but it's best to prevent infection, lest you wish yourself ill-tidings."

Now, the mermans turn. It took a few good moments to inspire the albino to move at all, he only had to sit up straight, but Sindre seemed a touch resistant to the whole endeavour. Lei moved from his opposing seat and wandered towards the fire, to pluck a small candle and light it on the dying flames. The tiny ember was brought back towards the closing merman, and held close to his eye-- which, naturally, only inspired Sindre to recoil with a serpentine hiss. Fire was unusual to him, not to mention the flame hurt his eye. It appeared Lei only needed the brief window of opportunity to hold the candle to him, however, as it was blown out without a second glance. "His pupils are fine, it's unlikely he''ll suffer much more than bruising-- however, I would like this young man to return so that I may assess him tomorrow." Why Lei did not speak directly to the merman wasn't spoken aloud, but Sindre had yet to utter a word. Perhaps Lei assumed the creature could not speak fluently, if at all.

The glass was then plucked, piece by bloodied piece, with nothing more than tweezers and occasional  wincing hisses from the marine being. He was lost in his own contemplation, who had sounded that noise at the beach?... Surely no one would be looking for him, the shunned freak who's pigment had seen to it that he was orchestrated and mate-less in the clans under the surface. Yet, he preferred looks of disdain and hiding inbetween coral rocks than the upside down world that was this one. 

"Condition." Lei confirmed as the final pieces of glass were settled on the table, and the mermans torso and cranium found itself on the recieving end of stinging, disinfecting ointment. "As a professional doctor, I should not divulge, but it would be best to leave my nephew to his own devices at night. What you say is true, Yao is imposingly strict with the boy. However, I cure the body, not the mind. Take from that what you will." Finally, another set of bandages was wrapped around their brooding merman with practised fingers. Truly, this man must have seen many injuries and heard many lies-- how old could such a creature be? The greens that sought Amanti did not even react to his request of secrecy, they did not ponder or flinch, simply observe his resolve with gentle scrutiny. To hide this event from his own family?

"Then I suggest you hurry to your quarters and do not allow anyone to observe your wounds, as questions will be asked. I shall omit this report, but if it is paramount to a cause, then I will divulge. I bid you a good-night, gentlemen, and a pleasant rest."

It would appear the merman knew languages quite well, he rose to his full, elegantly tall stature with difficulty, holding onto the chair for support as one step was carefully placed in front of the other. Balance and co-ordination were alien to him since he had formed legs, they felt gangly and unstable compared to strong dependence of his crimson tail. A growl worked it's way from his stomach, noticed by the Doctor, but never remarked upon.

"I do not like thiss place."