[ And who comes into to see the good doctor but this man once more. ]
Physician.
[ --So he speaks, but his voice is a touch hoarse, as if pointedly withholding more strain from seeping into his tone. One look at him reveals why: he's quite bloodied, with one arm nursing what may be a deeper wound at his side, and it's only eight in the morning. It seems he's only just managed to slip away from some sort of fight that lasted throughout the night.
His lips part as if to ask some sort of treatment from her, but the mysterious egg sitting upon her lap earns more than just a cursory glance. He may be injured, but.... ]
IV
Physician.
[ --So he speaks, but his voice is a touch hoarse, as if pointedly withholding more strain from seeping into his tone. One look at him reveals why: he's quite bloodied, with one arm nursing what may be a deeper wound at his side, and it's only eight in the morning. It seems he's only just managed to slip away from some sort of fight that lasted throughout the night.
His lips part as if to ask some sort of treatment from her, but the mysterious egg sitting upon her lap earns more than just a cursory glance. He may be injured, but.... ]
...Shall I return another time?