[b]Michiko,[/b]
[i]Hotel Room[/i]

The wait was agonizing. For the entire time she was running, she could almost feel the fight between Lancer and the Plague Knight. By the time she'd finally sealed herself away, it felt as if the fight was coming to an end. The adrenaline faded, and the panic returned. For minutes Michiko paced the hotel room, her small hands going through her hair over and over. She tried her hardest to keep her mind away from the worst possible outcome - Lancer's defeat. Her Servant wouldn't be defeated this early into the war, right?

No, that line of thought certainly was not conductive or helpful. Instead, she planned for the best by getting whatever first aid equipment she could ready for her Servant's return... did they even need stuff like this? Michiko hadn't looked into that in the slightest. Maybe they just needed more prana?

Her thoughts were interrupted, and in the best possible way. The girl immediately ran to the side of her Servant, the worry in her eyes evident as she stared up at the wounded woman.

[i]"Lancer! Are you hurt?" [/i]

She didn't ask if she won - that didn't matter right now. What mattered was making sure Lancer was ok. Michiko turned around and moved to fumble with a first aid kit laid out on one of the beds, knocking some things to the floor in her haste. She picked up a clean bandage roll, moving back to face the servant with a look of determination. She might not have been the best magus, but she could at least do this. 
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[b]The Gardener,[/b]
[i]Going for a Stroll[/i]

This was unavoidable. William's explanation of his style was interesting, but Rider could already see how he intended to use this particular skill of his. He paused, waiting for William to do the same, and held out his hand. 

[i]"I would suggest you take one skill at a time over the course of days, but if that is what you wish. Come, Master. Place your forehead against my palm."[/i]

Indeed, in a way this skill of his was potentially his greatest strength, even taking into account his Noble Phantasm. It was no destructive force, but the utility it offered anyone who would be his Master was immense. 

[i]"You may feel immensely dizzy, confused and or ill for a few days upon receiving them. It needs time to sort out, you see."[/i]