[u][i][b]Hall outside meeting room.[/b][/i][/u] ([@Belwicket])

Outside the room and down the hall the husky would search for either privacy or solitude. She found none.

A man appeared. She might have smelled him just before he appeared. [i]Appeared [/i]was the wrong word, he didn't come out of thin air or anything. Perhaps he had just come out of the room beside her, but, so quietly she might not have noticed? Yet, that explanation might only provide superficial comfort to the logical mind. It was more likely, especially considering the circumstances, this man had some ability beyond normal human variance, much like the Ariel did. 

It was the same man who had accompanied Dzel when Ariel had first woken up. He wasn't very tall, but his shoulders were wide, he was bald, had black eyes, and every inch of his skin was covered in tattoo.

He held his arms out to her, within them he cradled her leather jacket. The one she had asked for. It was a bit worse for the wear, but, someone hand cleaned it and mended that which could be fixed. Under the jacket were other clothes, neatly folded. These were not [i]her[/i] clothes (Her other clothes had been destroyed beyond repair), yet these were similar enough. There was a complete outfit, shoe to scrunchy. 

He didn't speak, simply held out the neatly folded pile of clothes toward her, and smiled.


[u][i][b]Herberts infirmary[/b][/i][/u]

Twain noticed Herbert waking up. "Easy there fella!" he jumped up to his feet and to the bedside. 

Twain put his hands on Herbert arm, steadying him a bit. "Thake it easy... The... [i]feeling[/i] will pass in a few minutes. "Let me take a look at you." Twain touched Herbert's wrist to check his pulse. As he counted, muttering. 

To the others it would seem as if the doctor were focusing on his patient, and his eyes were arbitrarily gazing somewhere by Herbert's feet.

Herbert would know better. Twain was meeting the stare of the monstrosity that crawled up the bed. The thing slowed, then stopped, it seemed to change its mind about where to get its lunch. With a sickening slurp-and-grunt that only those who had been 'there and back again' could hear, it began to crawl away. It left its angry red-yet-invisible ink upon everything it had touched.