That was not good news. Evandria’s squad was in charge of his portion of the Dives and the loss of a constable – even when temporary – would no doubt be detrimental. It was difficult enough to keep an eye to the rowdy area and one less Seventen would mean someone needed to pick up the slack. Not to mention the unrest that had been growing along with the whispers of Resistance. He had been planning on asking for the Hoxian’s help for his investigations, but now he wondered if she would be able to handle it. “I see. We certainly wish to see him back of his old self as soon as possible.”
Emric ran his fingers through his dark hair as he sat down across Sy’rien and Niccolette, the only outward sign of his irritation. He ordered a glass of coffee and any cut fruit they might have at the moment.
He returned the doctor’s bow. The size of their class had been considerable, so it was not surprising that he might’ve missed a few names. “The pleasure is mine.”
“Did you know Uzoji as well?”
His blue eyes blinked in surprise. It had been a long time since he had heard the name. After Niccolette had handed things with him, he found out that she got together with the new student from Mugroba. They were still together even after they graduated, if he wasn’t mistaken. Emric shared some of his classes with Uzoji since they were both learning Physical, but never did interacted much. It was a rather specific thing to ask. Healso noticed the doctor’s brief glance towards the Bastian woman. He wondered why.
After sneaking a peek into the ward Lorcan was placed in and then changing in haste, the young sergeant finally found herself walking down the strikingly clean halls of Grand Mercy. Nurses and doctors passed her by, barely giving her any glance as they looked at their charts or talk about a patient’s urinary output.
When she was younger, Evandria had imagined herself becoming a doctor one day – as a lot of children did. Their wide coats and calm aura had always impressed her. One of her uncles was a doctor and he always had the kindest smile. Unfortunately, as the years passed by, the Hoxian found that she was far too restless and impatient for such a career. As she entered the surgeons’ cafeteria, Evandria could not help but wonder how different would have been should she decided to become a healer.
The room was inhabited by very few people so it wasn’t difficult to spot a Seventen’s green uniform. As she focused on them, she could hear Emric’s deep voice, talking. “I remember him. We never did talk all that much in Brunnhold.” Just as the inspector finished, the young woman took a seat beside him. He then turned to the hazel-eyed woman. “I do not know much however. Only that he was from Mugroba and was with you, Nic.”
The Hoxian was finally looking somewhat presentable. A cold water splash on her face had returned its colors to normal and her raven hair was no longer all over the place. The white shirt she wore was clearly oversized and its sleeves she had folded up neatly – from the scent and its fine quality, she would have guessed that it was Emric’s own. She was still wearing her pants, but they were more than dark enough to hide any unpleasant stains.
Evandria looked between the trio. The way Emric had addressed Niccolette was surprisingly familiar. Had they known each other? “Did I miss anything?” she asked lightly.
Emric ran his fingers through his dark hair as he sat down across Sy’rien and Niccolette, the only outward sign of his irritation. He ordered a glass of coffee and any cut fruit they might have at the moment.
He returned the doctor’s bow. The size of their class had been considerable, so it was not surprising that he might’ve missed a few names. “The pleasure is mine.”
“Did you know Uzoji as well?”
His blue eyes blinked in surprise. It had been a long time since he had heard the name. After Niccolette had handed things with him, he found out that she got together with the new student from Mugroba. They were still together even after they graduated, if he wasn’t mistaken. Emric shared some of his classes with Uzoji since they were both learning Physical, but never did interacted much. It was a rather specific thing to ask. Healso noticed the doctor’s brief glance towards the Bastian woman. He wondered why.
After sneaking a peek into the ward Lorcan was placed in and then changing in haste, the young sergeant finally found herself walking down the strikingly clean halls of Grand Mercy. Nurses and doctors passed her by, barely giving her any glance as they looked at their charts or talk about a patient’s urinary output.
When she was younger, Evandria had imagined herself becoming a doctor one day – as a lot of children did. Their wide coats and calm aura had always impressed her. One of her uncles was a doctor and he always had the kindest smile. Unfortunately, as the years passed by, the Hoxian found that she was far too restless and impatient for such a career. As she entered the surgeons’ cafeteria, Evandria could not help but wonder how different would have been should she decided to become a healer.
The room was inhabited by very few people so it wasn’t difficult to spot a Seventen’s green uniform. As she focused on them, she could hear Emric’s deep voice, talking. “I remember him. We never did talk all that much in Brunnhold.” Just as the inspector finished, the young woman took a seat beside him. He then turned to the hazel-eyed woman. “I do not know much however. Only that he was from Mugroba and was with you, Nic.”
The Hoxian was finally looking somewhat presentable. A cold water splash on her face had returned its colors to normal and her raven hair was no longer all over the place. The white shirt she wore was clearly oversized and its sleeves she had folded up neatly – from the scent and its fine quality, she would have guessed that it was Emric’s own. She was still wearing her pants, but they were more than dark enough to hide any unpleasant stains.
Evandria looked between the trio. The way Emric had addressed Niccolette was surprisingly familiar. Had they known each other? “Did I miss anything?” she asked lightly.
