[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Glancing back and forth between Aziza and the others, Harry allowed only mild curiosity to take him as the issue of papers and the prison was discussed. He figured he could form at least a slight understanding of what was going on, but made no effort to question it proper. As far as he was concerned, it was not his issue, and he should leave it. Getting involved with anything of the sort, particularly when the involved parties were discussing a visit to the local prison under guarded escort. His eyes drifted back to Aziza as she stood and then made her way outside.

Clearing his throat as he found a pause in the present conversation, Harry moved to stand as he picked up his own plate, giving little more than a simple and respectful nod in the direction of the Lord Major to excuse himself, not wishing to intrude upon the conversation as he took a step aside and moved to set down his empty plate in the pile along with those discarded. Making his way out toward the door Aziza had left through, he stepped quietly and glanced around, eventually finding his way out into the back courtyard as he looked over at her. 

Harry considered whether he should give her some time to herself, she had clearly appeared frazzled by the conversation, and indeed any time that Haakon's notes came up she seemed quite concerned. However, it came to his attention that he hadn't really had the time to ask if she was okay, and he was brought back momentarily to his own 'outburst' as it were the night before. Taking in a breath, he moved over toward her, footsteps quiet as he made his way over to her, hands clasped behind his back as he watched her. [b][color=686F91]"Is everything alright, Aziza?"[/color][/b] He figured there was probably a better way to put his question, but comforting others had never been particularly his area of expertise.

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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 - Infirmary[/center][hr]

As Vera responded to his insistence that he and Lauren came along, William stood there somewhat awkwardly, believing that his vain attempt at ensuring he did not appear as though he wished to be along with Vera had failed drastically. However, he wondered, should he really have been trying to hide it? At this point, it was all so frustrating that perhaps it would have been best to avoid beating around the bush. Were he to say anything of course, he'd have probably preferred a more private setting, having Lauren and the Medic there was complicating the thought a bit.

As the Medic spoke up to explain everything was okay, his mind began to wonder what the true cause was. Could it be that she had actually not been ill or clumsy, but something else? Could it have possibly been caused by him? Suddenly it dawned on him. All of this frustration and irritation, the fact that she'd seemed so faint and ill, and could hardly cast a look in his direction. Oh no, it was so much better than he'd though, she was, clearly, head-over-heels for him! He grinned, unable to help it as the thought came to him, he'd had 'triumphs' as Vera would call them before, but this time, he felt genuinely happy as he came to the realisation.

Clearing his throat, determination took him then as he turned back to Vera, he knew that Lauren and the Medic were both there, but now he didn't care. Turning his gaze toward Vera, he took a step closer, confident in his movements as he went to speak up. [b][color=FFE2AA]"Vera, I-"[/color][/b] William froze as he heard another voice, seeing as Peter entered the room behind him and moved over toward Vera. That bastard. Momentarily, William clenched a fist, struggling to keep his sudden frustration and anger from boiling over as he shook his head, not even bothering to say anything now as he turned around, moving out of the infirmary and down the hall, feeling like he was about to explode.