[center]Wolff was equal parts confused as he was worried. His eyes scanned the monitor before him while his fingers traced the image of Kieran’s brain. 

Nothing. 

No abnormalities or swelling that would indicate something was happening with his brain. The Healer sighed in frustration and leaned back in the chair he'd been seated in for the last hour, his eye re-scanning the image. He would be an idiot if he said he hadn't noticed the change in either Ryanair or Kieran, it was like not noticing a rating fire when it was happening in front of you. He'd kept a close eye on both and even then it seemed almost unnoticeable, though to those who knew the two it was almost painful to see. Wolff remembered the night he'd first seem the blonde, he'd immediately begun to check him over. 

To see him now actively avoiding the one who had saved him had a sense of forbidding filling his stomach, he didn't like it one bit. With a sigh he rose to his feet and stretched his arms over his head. The tranquilizer would fade and Kieran would awaken with questions and he needed time to relax a bit. Exiting the Infirmary he made his way down the hall and back down to the first floor, his hands in the pockets of his trousers. This was something new and damn it he didn't know how to handle it, he was as old as Kieran but this was pushing his expertise. 

Hopefully the Guard Healer he'd spoken to would arrive soon, maybe then things would make sense. 
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Vermillion eyes watched the people below him with a look of disdain and disgust. His fingers trailed the black phoenix’s back almost lovingly, the twisted smile on his lips however spoke of insanity. He hadn't much moved from his spot since the night before, his mind whirling with glee and accomplishment. He wasn't sure he'd been successful when he'd infected one of the vampires charges, with what he saw the night before he could gloat for a few moments. 

The sound of the double doors opening alerted him to another presence,  the phoenix’s soft trill drawing his attention to the new figure. “Lord V’yest they have an Ice Mage with them now. Should we attack once more?” The question poised had the raven-haired male tilting his head in thought, V’yest huffed and waved a hand. 

“No, I've used too much magic and need time to recuperate. Leave them be for now.” He stated with a tone laced with boredom, he really couldn't care if they had a new allay or not. He glanced forward and watched as the male rose and bowed, before turning and heading back towards the still open doors. 

The game was on hold for now. He had a new toy to play with.[/center]

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