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[color=6A5ACD]- [I]Polish Proverb[/I][/color]
[/center][hr][center][b][color=white]Location:[/color][/b] The Queen's Room (Lyra) ⇢ Outside the Infirmary (Tristan)
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	Lyra's lips were held in a tight line as she listened to Valda share her similar concern's about Prince Myrus's well being. She nodded her head in solemn agreement. [color=4169E1]"I agree, though--Please don't take this the wrong way, but I am afraid that he won't be completely upfront with us, even if we did ask him. Correct me if I'm wrong, but he seems like the type to keep something to himself so as to not upset those around him. Though admirable in its intent, it will be his downfall. If he won't take care of his mental health, we must take the initiative before he hurts himself, even if it means he hates us for it,"[/color] she explained frankly, as she followed in behind the Queen. She knew her words were a tough pill to swallow, but she felt that they had to be said, sooner rather later. The reason being was that she was afraid that this ordeal with Myrus would get worse before it got any better. In her mind, sugarcoating things would only prolong the inevitable, so she figured that now was a good enough time as any to nip it in the bud.

	Stepping outside the Queen's Room, she looked back at Valda, before biting her lip and glancing around the hallway. She hoped though that she hadn't crossed a line. Movement caught her eye just then. She released her lower lip from between her teeth as she watched a rat scurrying down the hall. Retracing the direction it had come from, her pale brows drew together slightly when she realized that it was leaving the southern passageway that lead to the attic. It struck her as odd for a messenger rat to have come from there, but before she could think much on the matter, the sounds of distraught screams echoed down the hallway. Her face paled as she recognized the voice. [color=4169E1]"Tristan,"[/color] she gasped. She suddenly took off at a sprint, her sword rattling at her side and her footfalls heavy. [color=4169E1]"Come along, Your Highness. We must make haste!"[/color] she called back to Valda as she followed the sounds of the voices.

	Meanwhile, Tristan recoiled when the [b]Physik[/b] woman slapped his hand a way. Normally, he would have taken offense by her actions, but he was a little too busy freaking out at the moment. He could hear commands being thrown at him, but the words themselves didn't click in his brain. Instead he started to walk over towards Fyror, then turned to go to Amarantha, and then back again as he ran his fingers through his hair. His panic-stricken gaze flitted around wildly, and he could feel his heart pounding furiously inside his chest. Amarantha, Fyror, Luna, Skaoi, again and again his eyes and his feet and his mind went. His frantic movements slowed though as his breaths, which had been coming in and out sharply before, started to become more laborious. He started to mentally freak out more just then. He suddenly came to a halt, bending over slightly to clutch his chest with a grimace as he felt it constrict painfully. 

	His gaze came up sharply as he heard heavy footfalls enter the hall. [color=4169E1]"Oh my gods,"[/color] Lyra gasped as her wide-eyed gaze took in the scene. It was like she had just walked into a massacre in the making, which one could say in a way it was. Her gaze finally landed on Tristan, locking eyes with him. She could see the desperation and fear in his eyes, and it tugged at her heart strings. He stumbled forwards, clutching his chest with one hand and reaching out for her with the other. She quickly breached the gap between them and grabbed his arms to steady him on his feet. [color=4169E1]"Easy now,"[/color] she murmured, as her concerned gaze quickly took in his less than ideal state. She could hear his ragged breaths and see the way he was clutching his chest. Her gaze whipped to look over towards the [b]Physik[/b] woman. [color=4169E1]"Skaoi! The prince's having trouble breathing and has chest pains it seems. What shall I do?"[/color] she inquired abruptly.