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[color=6A5ACD]- [I]Polish Proverb[/I][/color]
[/center][hr][center][b][color=white]Location:[/color][/b] Inside the Infirmary (Lyra & Tristan) ⇢ Castle Grounds (Lyra)
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	Lyra gave a slight bow of her head in response to Skaoi, and she started to silently back out of the infirmary after taking one last glance in Prince Tristan's direction. However, just as she was about to turn to go out the door, something, or rather someone, caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze shifted slightly, and she blinked as she spotted a hooded figure peering through the window into the infirmary. She quickly wrenched her gaze away, hopefully in time before the suspicious individual could catch her staring. She gave a quick glance around the room and a tense, solemn smile before excusing herself from the room. 

	Once she softly pulled the infirmary door shut behind her, she immediately took off at a sprint down the hall. Her gut told her to follow the figure, that the person could have something to do with the poisoning of two delegates and the Young Army commander. Perhaps the individual was checking to make sure the deed was done? Or perhaps it was just a gawker. Whatever the case, she figured she would rather be safe than sorry.

	All the while, the world was growing hazy for Tristan. He could feel this foreign weight, a weight beyond the constriction in his chest and the ache in his stomach, pressing down on him. He forced himself to take another sip of the tea, the hopeful cure for his current aliment, even as his eyelids felt like heavy blankets. His eyes fluttered as he felt his tears being wiped away. He heard Skaoi's words, the confirmation that his best friend was indeed dead, but it didn't seem to fully penetrate him. He was just tired. [i]Too tired.[/i] He started to slump down more as he struggled to stay conscious. He could feel his strength bleeding from him. 

	Another voice then came to his ears. However, the words didn't really register with him in the moment, and he couldn't really put a face to the voice. He jolted slightly as the tea cup was pressed to his lips again. He instinctively took another sip. Each swallow was a struggle, but in the end, as more of the cure circulated into his system, he could feel his strength incrementally returning to him. Very incrementally though. He absentmindedly nodded his head and laid back down on the bed.

	Meanwhile, Lyra hauled ass through the corridors, her sheathed sword rattling at her side and her footfalls carelessly heavy. She made a beeline for the nearest exit and soon burst out into the Castle grounds. She would have to run the perimeter in order to make it to the outside of the infirmary window where she had seen the hooded figure standing. She hoped by some miracle that the person was still there, but in all likelihood, it was doubtful. Nevertheless, the person could have left behind clues or witnesses. It was worth a shot in the dark in her book.