Soleil caught sight of Tybalt getting out of bed. Her eyes flooded with concern as she saw it was difficult for him to move.

Her dress rustled as she moved from the bench into the infirmary. Eira was next to the man who had attacked and that cute little dog was sitting on the man's chest. She felt nervous with Eira that close to the man, especially since he had woken up. Not to mention that it was very suspicious that he had suddenly picked up a book and began reading like everything was fine.

Soleil reached Tybalt's bed. With concern, she noticed how pale he was and something told her he was struggling to stay upright.

"Do you need help?" she asked him quietly, trying to not attract attention from the others. "I could get you some water or something."

Soleil went to get him a glass of water, slightly stung by his harsh tone. But she knew he was probably in a lot of pain. And for whatever reason (Soleil just couldn't fathom why) men just had this thing where they didn't want to look weak. Soleil sighed. This had started out as such a pleasant day, and now this man had put everyone on edge.

She put the glass on the table next to Tybalt's bed and offered a smile, hoping to cheer him up. Soleil thought that it was time they started asking this man some questions because she didn't want the Princess so near him until they knew why he was there. She didn't want him poking that sharp metal stick anywhere near the Princess.

All this talk was seriously disturbing Zane's nap. 'One would think,' he thought to himself, 'that having to endure being in this accursed body would be enough! Instead I have to listen to that man complain about how thirsty he is, THAT one,' as his puppy eyes shifted to Soleil, 'pining over him when he will OBVIOUSLY be fine, and all the General can think to do is read a book! We need to get out of here...'

All of this he thought, but to everyone in the room, all that happened was the dog in the chair yawned and repositioned itself for better napping.


{OOC- Going to eat, probably be on later. Pectoris can move my dog as he sees fit.}

When Eira left the general's side, Soleil took her place, having overheard the general's question.
"What do you mean, without fighting?" Soleil was confused and a frown wrinkled her brow. "I don't know what fighting is."

She thought for a moment, then remember her mother telling stories about people who couldn't get along and were always hurting each other - like this man had done to Eira. Her mother had said that they were just fairy tales, intending to show that peace and love are what truly make people happy. Could this man possibly think that no one could exist without those type of fairy tale things? "But how could anyone survive with them?" she asked out loud, more to herself than to anyone around.

the stepped over to the one armed man's bed and and felt something odd burn within him. a hot angry feeling he couldn't describe, which was very strange, because he normally didn't feel. the height of his emotional spectrum was the adrenaline rush he got in battle. everything else he said and did he did on instinct or because it was strategically correct to get what needed or wanted. he had never really been happy, or sad, or angry, or anything of the sort. he just saw the situation and acted. but now, now he felt something. when the princess cut off their conversation and perched on the angry cripple's bed, he felt something unpleasant, and he couldn't describe it. it overwhelmed him. "Hey! i was talking to you!" he called harshly, reaching to his hip, but remembering his weapons were not on him. by that point however, the girl who had hit him with the vase had come to his side.
"how could anyone survive with them?" she asked him.
"it's how you keep the people in line. it's how you show people you are in charge. the only way to gain respect is to demand it. you two ladies may not have noticed, but i'll bet what i'm saying makes sense to him." Las said pointing at the one-armed man.
"that's why he destroyed my sword. he was demanding respect from me when i showed him none. looks to me like there's a black sheep in your perfect world."
he smiled internally, calling out the one-armed man and planting a seed of doubt in his friends seemed to satisfy that burning feeling he had.

{ooc}: As I said, I won't be able to get on tomorrow. :C

{bic}: "Thank you." He nodded to the woman as she handed him a glass of water. The liquid was cool and refreshing agianst his parched throat and it seemed to soothe his entire being. The aching in his body dulled slightly and he felt the turmoil within his mind begin to subside. Rest was really all he needed now..

He blinked, a little surprised that the Princess had managed to pull herself away from the hostile stranger and that she now sat beside him, "I am fine. I'll need to change out my bandages this afternoon, but I think I should be back to relatively normal health in a week's time." Her cool skin against his feverish brow seemed to work the same sort of magic on him that the glass of water had and he felt himself relax slightly.

The harsh words from the stranger broke that sense of calm, however. Tybalt felt frustration tie a tight knot in his ribcage when he looked across the room at the man, "..I didn't want your respect, fool. I wanted you rid of that strange tool of yours so you couldn't hurt anyone with it." His brow furrowed, Tybalt downed the last of his water.

EDIT: The next post I write will probably be my last for this evening. ^^;;

[[OOC: I probably won't be on much tomorrow. I have church->play practice->the Oscars]]

Soleil was beginning to feel another foreign feeling build in her chest. Something about the man's tone was making her feel strange. It was like when she was annoyed by her mother, only stronger. Much stronger.

All she knew was that this man came in and threatened the Princess, and when they try to help him he's rude! Soleil crossed her arms and narrowed her green eyes at the man. "Even though you come in here unannounced and threaten the Princess, we still help you once you are wounded. And yet you are rude to us! Why do you assume that we ladies know nothing? Ladies of the court have as much influence as the men." Soleil tried to put her feelings into words, but what words do you use when you don't know what you are feeling?

All Soleil could manage was "You may think you know everything, but you could stand to learn something from us."

[ooc---anybody who isn't going to be on tomorrow should make a post finding a reason for their character's absence. thank you!!!!)

"i seek nothing here," he replied to the princess, ignoring the others and highly pleased that she was speaking to him again, "i was sent here against my will in the midst of a great battle. i was on my horse slaying my foes, with great skill, i might add, when suddenly i was knocked off of my horse by something, i looked up to find an ancient priest standing over me and the next thing i knew i woke up here. from there i sought information, supplies, and intelligence. all of which i can see i'm not going to recieve seeing as how you're all oblivious to anything that could be helpful to me." and with that he lifted the book once more and began reading, all the while stealing glances over the book at the princess.

{ooc}: Could we pause the role-play? Just for tomorrow? It doesn't seem like we'd be very productive if half our group is gone..

Aaand...I have to leave now. x3 Tah~

[[OOC: I'm still going to come up with a reason for my character to be out of the roleplay for a bit because exams are coming up and I have a ton of school work + play practice and I'll probably only be able to post once or twice a day during the week]]

{OOC- Quick explanation for my sudden absence last night >.< After eating, guy who lives with us was on, then the menewsha site was down by the time I got back on.}

{[BIC]} *Puppy snore*

"...appear awful pale, sir..."

Before the ailing man had an opportunity to answer, he was interrupted by a short 'Yip' and a yawn from the chair in the corner. Even as a pup, Xander was obviously bored with these customary niceties. Instead of trying to find further rest in this crowded infirmary he hopped down from the chair and plopped his way back towards the garden.

"Atleast I may be able to study some of the plant life..."

Las could feel that burning welling up inside him once more. what was this feeling? why did he feel so compelled to kill that cripple when the princess spoke to him in that manner? so sappy, so..... caring. it was infuriating. he just couldn't seem to put his finger on what was going on. he couldn't even concentrate on his book any longer. he felt compelled to cause harm to something, but he felt that any further attempts on these people would be a waste of time. so he decided to go hunting. he slowly rose from his bed, head still throbbing slightly, and began gathering his gear without a word.