Thread: Just when you thought it couldn't get worse. ( WHO: ) Hannah Snow and Thierry Descouedres ( WHEN: ) After the Aidan rescue and attack on Black Dawn ( WHERE: ) Around and about the castle (or what's left of it) ( SUMMARY: ) Thierry's worrying himself sick, and understandably so. Trouble is that he's sick to begin with. ( STATUS: ) Complete.
Thierry wasn't sure if he could feel any worse than he did right now. It was already the morning after and he still hadn't rested. How could he? The flight over had been stressful, to say the least, with tensions so through the roof that all he did was quietly sit next to Hannah, alternating between squeezing her hand and tapping the arm rest anxiously. His head was throbbing as was his chest, but he paid it no need. The situation at hand was what was making him sick, right? Right.
When they arrived he went only stopped to do an initial survey and realized that it was much worse than they could have imagined. After that it was non stop movement. Meetings with Rashel first, quick and to the point, and then with anyone else who could talk to try to piece together all the information they had. Everyone said the same thing: dragons, out of nowhere. Then chaos. They had tried to keep the wards off, to fend off their attackers, but in the face of the dragons they were simply no match. Now a fortress that had over a hundred people was reduced to less than half, with more not able to hold as the hours ticked away.
And that wasn't even the worst part of it all. Just thinking about Iliana made his stomach turn. But he kept those thoughts quick and fleeting. Focus on the immediate problems. Long term dilemmas could wait just a little while longer.
He was no witch, but he had seen too many lifetimes of battles, and he spent the rest of his time tending the wounded and cleaning the area. He never strayed too far from Hannah, but he was quiet and solemn as they worked. As the hours wore on he felt his energy leaving him faster and faster, and his sitting between tasks became longer and longer. Still he paid it no heed, not to the clammy cold sensation in his skin, or the sometimes blurring vision, or his sense of equilibrium shifting every so often. Stress, that's all. Just stress. So now, when he realized that he had been sitting too long and his rapid blinking wasn't helping his tired eyes, he just sighed and forced himself up and tried to continue on with his work.