[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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As the others began to speak up, Harry cast hardly a glance in their direction. He may have been dragged into the same sort of business which they had been discussing, but this particular business which was being discussed, he figured was more that of the Lord-Major, Miss Josephine and Mr. Elvsgaard. He did glance back up toward them when he saw the representative from the prison approach, and he couldn't have helped himself from glancing back over when he heard the [i]Corporal[/i] announce his presence once more, in the kind of manner which could still only be begging for a promotion. Harry truly had to wonder if the man had been disciplined a little [i]too much[/i] as a child.

He heard the soft whisper from Aziza's lips beside him, turning over to see her watching him. Gently, he reached over and set his hand atop her own, offering as reassuring and warm of a smile as he could, eyes locked on hers, silently re-assuring her of his promise that he'd keep her safe and protected. He appreciated what the Lord-Major was doing, Harry had no clue what Haakon may have written in his notes but it was clear enough that it distressed Aziza, whatever it could have been. For the Lord-Major to be confiscating it was a welcome turn of events, and one that would hopefully ensure some degree of calm for Aziza.

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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]

His eyes intently focused upon Vera, William offered a gentle nod and a smile as he saw hers in response to his question, though it faded quickly as she shook her head afterward and turned away. He sighed, frustrated as he continued to carry her along. It irritated him how she seemed to detest him in that moment. Was she really so put off by him now that she could hardly afford to look at him? Just that thought hurt more than the moment he'd seen her in Peter's arms. The numb feeling in his chest grew to a sharp one, as if he was being stabbed in the heart by her cruelty. After all, that was what it had to be, what other reason could she have for being so dismissive of any attempt he made at decency?

Shaking his head again, he continued carrying her along as the Medic led them toward the Infirmary. Taking her to the room he was directed to, William sighed as he gently set Vera down, about to turn and leave before he was requested to stay. Glancing to the Medic, and then to Vera, he nodded, moving back toward Vera's side as he sighed. He didn't know what exactly he was meant to be there for, but he supposed the Medic probably needed some help figuring out if she was okay. Though, as the walk had gone on, William had begun wondering just how ill she actually may have been. He staggered back for a moment as a guard hurried into the room, passing Vera the note as he raised an eyebrow, watching her.

As she spoke up and insisted she had to return to the museum, he cleared his throat. [b][color=FFE2AA]"At the very least, you'll need someone to make sure you don't faint again, even if the medic here says you're fine. I'll be going with you... And Lauren."[/color][/b] He quickly jumped to ensure he wasn't just volunteering himself, that would look too eager. No, why would he have appeared eager anyway? He was frustrated, annoyed by her presence, if anything, it was good he volunteered Lauren. She could be a 'peacekeeper' between the two of them.