[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Glancing over toward Aziza as she came up toward Vera as well, he gave simply a mild look of concern as he glanced back down toward Vera for a moment, he did find it particularly curious that she had just fainted, especially when, from a quick glance, she didn't seem to be particularly ill. Of course, Harry was not a medical professional, and the more intricate complications which could have arisen in the field of romance often eluded him, but he certainly still did not think the lady Munn had just fainted due to a fever or any particular illness. No, there had to have been more to this than it seemed.

However, Harry was not himself the kind to interfere, and even in retirement he was quite content, and infact defaulting on following the Lord-Major's orders, not taking a step closer even as Aziza stepped up and offered the small bottle. As she removed the cork, he was still close enough to catch a whiff though, recoiling for a moment. He'd had the kind of stuff before, or at least stuff which came across that strong, some of the men he'd served with had tried their hand at brewing in the field, in some vague attempt to enjoy a spot of booze before they went charging into their deaths. Most of the time, the result was undrinkable, but in certain cases it had come out strong enough to give one quite a kick up the ass, in the same way he imagined even a tiny amount of liquid in Aziza's bottle would do.

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[center][h1][color=FFE2AA]William Drake[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=FFE2AA]Location:[/color][/b] Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

William glanced briefly from person to person as they all offered to help Vera, from offers of strong booze to suggestions of a doctor or a bed to lay down in. At first he considered they might have been what was needed, but as he watched Vera more it continued to dawn on even him that something wasn't quite right. She was definitely not sick, or at least, not in the medical sense. She had looked ill when she came in, but as things had developed, he couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't a normal kind of illness per-se, perhaps someone was making her ill. Had it been him? Was she really so disgusted to see him when he arrived that he had driven her to this sort of reaction?

No, surely it was something else, or perhaps she simply thought he was there to ruin her lovely moment with Peter. Yes, that had to be it, she was so upset or annoyed by his arrival, apparently ruining what was to be such a lovely day with her and Peter, now off to be courted and happily wed eventually by the fantastic British officer. It was enough to bring that ill feeling back to his stomach. It didn't occur to him at all that the sickness and the green tint to his skin that it brought was not any sort of illness, but envy, he still could not shake that intense and burning jealousy which he now held for Peter, and it made him furious.