[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] Qasr El Nil Barracks [/center][hr][hr]
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	Aziza's actions, despite Reginald's bellowing threat of imminent flogging, gave him a moment of pause. At the very least, she asked permission before approaching Vera's unconscious form. It might be a short span of time before a Medical Officer appeared, and as long as Vera wasn't being crowded by multiple people of questionable medicinal training, Reginald felt some better about it. He supposed that people might have a greater sense of control over the scene unfolding before them if they played an active hand in it; it was human nature. Of course, it was also human nature to sit back and ignore something like this unless under direct scrutiny if they were under the impression that more qualified persons were nearby. It seemed some in their Fellowship had the exact opposite reaction. 

	The Lord Major nodded his acceptance of the proposal. [color=b8860b]"Inhaling a bit of distillate vapour shouldn't harm matters, I'd wager. Do continue - exercise caution, if you would."[/color] He looked also to the question posed by the starlet, Josephine, [color=b8860b]"Madame, I appreciate your zeal to assist, but at present, doing little (and from a distance) is admirable help, and you have my thanks for it."[/color] There was no malice in his voice, but a tenseness was there. It was covered mostly by a commanding personality, though it could not fully stamp out the old man's concern for the woman with whom he had a mutual claim as family. 

	It wasn't that Reginald didn't notice the timing of it all, either. Coupled with reactions from certain people, it seemed a message was being sent. As he was closer than most to the latest piece of interpersonal drama, he didn't immediately put it all together. But the usually astute Lord Major could tell that there was something going on with is nephew, Vera, and that glory-seeking American fellow. Perhaps he should ask into this when things calmed down. But not Peter. If there was something wrong with the advancement of his courtship to the Lady Munn, he should ask for a woman's opinion as he could better suss out a man's in that instance, being a survivor of a failed marriage of noble families. And if there was not, he did not want to put that kind of doubt into Peter. The man had gone through enough. But to faint? It provoked thought. 

	He had other things to speak about with differing members of his Fellowship too, before he got to the business of quartermastering and supplying their venture. But this would wait until Vera was a touch more vertical. And breakfast was over. But mostly Vera.