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[color=6A5ACD]- [I]Polish Proverb[/I][/color]
[/center][hr][center][b][color=white]Location:[/color][/b] The Infirmary
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	Lyra's blue-green gaze was laced with genuine concern as it flitted from the [b]Physik[/b] woman Skaoi back to Prince Tristan. Her brows drew together slightly as he started to look really sick all of a sudden. Despite her desire to aid him, her better judgment had her loosening her grip on him, as he looked like he was about to puke. And, well, she didn't particularly want to have to pick chunks out of her hair, as selfish as that sounded given the circumstances. 

	Tristan lurched back, pulling away from Lyra, before pivoting around and wildly looking about for some place to vomit. As much as he would have preferred to expel the contents of his stomach in private, the body does what the body does. A flood of projectile vomit spewed out of his mouth, and unfortunately, he had horrible timing and impeccable aim. The questionable substance hit poor Princess Luna unawares as she was exiting the infirmary.

	Lyra's lips thinned at the sight, and she averted her gaze as a look of disgust crosses her features unbidden. As for the princess, dresses could be washed, but that image not so much. Her gaze suddenly snapped back at hearing the words that left Luna's lips, but it wasn't just that. The tone of her had seemingly changed altogether. It was concerning to say the least. A breath escaped her as her gaze quickly flitted back over to the prince. 

	Tristan bent over, clutching his stomach and gagging as his throat burned. He let out a pitiful moment as he felt like complete and utter crap right then. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get his bearings again. After a moment or two, he slowly straightened again as he opened his eyes, his gaze landing on Luna in the midst of the aftermath. He gave her a onceover, taking in his handiwork. His face paled at seeing what he had done, while at the same time, his nose wrinkled in disgust. He was about to open his mouth in order to apologize (I promise) when Luna's words in response gave him pause. [color=6A5ACD]"Come again?"[/color] he retorted as he stared at her. Had he heard her correct? He believed he had. [color=6A5ACD]"No no, I'm just dying over here, but why don't you worry about your stupid dress,"[/color] he bit out, his voice hoarse.

	Lyra closed her eyes with a sigh, shaking her head at the prince's immature response. Yes, it had been rude of Luna, but it certainly didn't elicit his similarly rude remark. Then again, the princess sort of had an excuse in that she wasn't herself right then, if the change in the tone of her voice was any indication. However, that little tidbit seemed to be lost on the prince as his pride and irritability got the better of him. [color=4169E1]"Come on why don't we--[I]LUNA!![/I]"[/color] she began before she let out a sharp rebuke. She was absolutely horrified at what the princess said next and even more so by her seeming lack of compassion as she said it. She was certain that something was terribly wrong with her, but now was neither the time nor the place to figure it out. Instead she rushed to the prince's side.

	Tristan's mouth fell agape, his eyes widening. While Luna's previous words had been like a slap to the face, this was like a kick to the gut. He unsteadily spun around on his heels and stumbled in the direction of Fyror's unmoving form. [color=6A5ACD]"No no no, he can't be!"[/color] he cried out. However, he soon found himself being dragged away into the infirmary by the [b]Physik[/b] woman and with Lyra close on their heels. He fought weakly against the woman as he started to hyperventilate again, and tears streamed down his face as he was shoved down into a bent over position. He finally relinquished, giving a small, nearly imperceptible nod of his head at Skaoi's words.

	Lyra's lips thinned, and the corners of her lips pulled down into a frown as she followed after them. She bit her lip as she watched from the sidelines. That was at least until she was given a command. She released her lip and nodded her head, before quickly grabbing a basin as requested. After all, she was glad to do anything she could to help. She moved swiftly across the room, placing the basin between Tristan's feet before stepping aside to let the healer do her work. She watched as the prince took a few sips of the tea, before her gaze gravitated back to Skaoi as the woman addressed her. [color=4169E1]"Of course,"[/color] she replied, nodding her head in understanding. [color=4169E1]"Is there anything else I can do to help? If not, I will go inform the Queen immediately."[/color]