Alessandro had been resting, eyes closed and with his hand loosely covering the wound with them eister at his side. Thanks to Rei he hadn't been bleeding long but with the day he'd had it was little surprise he was exhausted from his ordeal. He seemed rather peaceful and calm despite the attack but to Alessandro it was just another day. He was sure somewhere, someone supported him but no one voiced those concerns in such a superstitious kingdom as this. The book sellers liked him, his man servant did, the meister here and Rei. In Alessandro's eyes he was lucky he had that many people who'd treat him fairly and lovingly. 

Whatever thoughts were floating around his mind, if there were any, were knocked loose as the fae was soon upon him, pulling him around to check him over again. Alessandro accommodated him with a good natured smile and glanced over to the Meister as he spoke to Rei. "Oh there's no use my friend, when he's like this his ears stop working." It was a light and playful joke about rei's commitment to his job. Lightly the Prince raised a hand to the fae's hair as he finally seemed to be satisfied with the Prince's condition and spoke to him -as if somehow touching the fluffy top of the fae made him pay attention-, "I'm okay Rei, honest. It barely hurts."

"I'll be the judge of that." Mellia uttered with a hint of impatience in her tone. Alessandro broke his gaze to look up and see the elderly medic, "Ah Miss Mellia, I am sorry you had to make such a journey, it seems I had a bit of an accident." She grumbled and tutted as she shuffled forward. "Well you did, that's what happens when you play hero. Didn't you hire the weird kid to do all your fighting for ya? Seems kinda stupid getting hurt over replaceable assets." She uttered as she slowly got to her knees, her old joints creaking as she pulled open her bag. "Then he comes barging on into my room acting like it was a cesspit and demands I come and see to you, you ain't nothing but trouble boy."
"I am dreadfully sorry Miss Mellia."
"And I ain't no miss neither." Alessandro smiled faintly and nodded, "My apologies again."
"Shut up and let me work, bloody reckless kid. You know how often I have to see this pasty body of yours? Too often." She gave a short 'hmpf' but there was almost a flicker of concern in her old eyes. She was very professional mind, getting a clean rag and setting to cleaning up the wound sight with quick and remarkably steady hands. 

At one point Alessandro winced and bit at his lip as he sucked in a breath, "See!" Mellia exclaimed, verging on excitement, "Knew it hurt, you're a liar too boy." She reached up and a wrinkled finger flicked Alessandro with a small 'thwack' right on the forehead. Alessandro just smiled faintly and left the woman to her work. She was gruff, utterly unpersonable, most of the time she seemed like she'd rather leave someone to die than work on them but Alessandro had to wonder how much of that scaley shell was a cover. Whenever he'd seen her work, on anyone, she gave it everything she had, didn't matter who was her patient they never got anything less than the best. 

As Rei perked to the sound on the stairs Alessandro's eyes followed him to the door, it was a guard wanting information about the body downstairs and the one up here. Alessandro looked perplexed and the meister sighed, "I'm sorry, that's probably my fault." Alessandro looked at him perplexed. "I went to walk him down and he shook me loose and ran ahead of me. Said something about not wanting to go to jail, I think he slipped on his friend's blood because the next thing I knew he fell through the window. I'm such a burden, I can't even escort a prisoner right." Alessandro shook his head and moved his hands, much to the grumbling of Mellia, to his dear friends, encasing them in his own. "Don't talk like that, I shouldn't have asked you to do it, god knows what he could have done to you and I left you in that danger." The meister shook his head with a smile but they were interrupted, as was the stern looking guard, by a flash of red barging passed the heavily armoured man, hopping over the dead body, shuffling around the books and coming to a rather unorganised halt in front of Alessandro. "Alessandro!" He cried out of breath, when he realised there were many eyes on him he gulped, turned the same shade as his hair and stuttered, "M-my prince. Are you okay? I-I just heard in the courtyard that there was an attack. I--" 

In two swift strides the guard had grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and lifted him off his feet, "You bloody rat who said you could come in here? To the dungeons with you." The guard had got halfway to the door before Alessandro had time to react, though he was soon to his feet, Mellia cursing him and trying to get him to sit and the Meister rising slowly, "You let go of him right this second!" Alessandro demanded, unsteady on his feet and using one hand on the chair's arm to surreptitiously keep his balance. The guard stopped in his tracks and turned around, the red head flailing like a dog toy in his grip, which visibly tightened turning the already frightened boy a fainter shade of white. "This rat can leave in the morning, he knows the rules and he assaulted a guard."
"Let. Him. Go." Alessandro took a step towards the guard, Mellia still trying to treat his wound and uttering some unsavoury curses while the meister quietly, if not worriedly, observed. 

For a long moment nothing was said and nothing was done but eventually the Prince's gaze won, the guard flung the boy towards him, despite his best efforts the squire flailed tripped over Mellia and landed in the crook of Alessandro's arm, "Your bloody funeral. Well, seems nothing's remiss here. I'll send someone to clear up this mess." He uttered gesturing to the body before sweeping out of the room. "See, damn hero." Mellia muttered to herself.

"Are you alright Peter?" Alessandro asked when finally it was just the five of them in the tower. The boy was the same shade of white as the prince now, though largely for different reasons. Peter once again blushed furiously and nodded, quickly getting to his own feet so as to stop putting pressure on the Prince's body, Mellia finally managed to get Alessandro back in the chair and finished bandaging the wound and the meister heaved a small sigh and retook his seat. "I know I shouldn't be here, I know it, I just heard you got hurt and I was so worried, I didn't even think and before I knew it I was up here. I know you have a very fine body guard and I'm constantly shamed I can't keep you safe myself but-" The prince was laughing lightly though and Peter stopped, looking confused and a little hurt. "I-is something funny?" 
"Not at all Peter, you are so earnest and kind hearted, you don't need to apologise for things like this. It is not and never has been your job to keep me safe. Your job is to learn from me and currently, I'm not much of an example." The boy pouted but blushed more, "I think you're pretty fantastic." He uttered under his breath, the prince heard it though and smiled faintly. "You're not bad yourself kid." Offering the boy a wink Peter almost turned purple with embarrassment and bowed his head. 

"Done!" Mellia said as she tied off the bandages, "You're welcome by the way, oi brat." She said nudging Peter with her foot, "You put two drops of this in his tea tonight. two, you can count that high right? No more or you'll kill him or something. It'll help with the pain. Same again in the morning if he needs it." She handed over a small green vial which probably held three or four doses before looking at the congregation, "Well as cosy as this is I got to get back to my work. Boy, don't go getting yourself hurt again, I ain't got the time to keep treating you because you're too stupid to sit still and heal. Word of advice too, you got that white haired freak to die for you, stop being so damn stupid." With that the old woman snapped her case shut and lifted her bag.