"It'll heal, love..." he said quietly, drifting off for a bit. It was the sound of the doorbell that woke him sometime later. Russell struggled to get up and staggered his way up the stairs to the front door.
A young man stood at the doorstep, with clothing in his hands. "These are for Lord Carrick."
Russell hung on the door frame, still exhausted, though healed quite a bit. "He's in the cellar. The door on the left in the kitchen, you should take them to him."
"Y-yes, sir..." he must have looked a fright. The slave boy scampered past him to the cellar door. Russell headed that way and stopped when he heard the chopping.
"Dammit." He went outside to see what Noctis had gotten up to.