The Awakening: Barclay, Ashton, Leon, Mr. Pheres, Ms. Hallowfen, and OPEN
A trail of mist followed Cressida into the room and Leon manifested into flesh and bone once more when they arrived. The vampire still kept his distance, not wanting to get in the way and be excused from the room. Barclay looked strange, somehow. Somehow it was different seeing him moving and talking when Leon had started to grow accustomed to him being so still he might as well be dead. Leon stayed back and watched, ready to assist Mr. Pheres as needed, even if it meant peeling a dragon away from the druid so they could look Barclay over.
"The infirmary," Mr. Pheres answered Barclay's question as Leon and Cressida came in. He was grateful that she was handling the dragon, because the duality of the centaur had a natural inclination to make haste away from such a beast - right after kicking it in the teeth. "You were asleep for a very long time."
As Cressida launched into her questions, Mr. Pheres left it to her so as not to overload the newly awakened druid with too much too soon. It was a very good sign that Barclay remembered Ashton's name, for starters, though the healer saw how weak he was in trying to sit up on his own.
Ashton, meanwhile, was tense and coiled, ready to strike to defend his witch now that Barclay was returned to him. He was half tempted to pick him up and carry him away to hide in his lair, keep him safe and protected from everything there, forever. But that was not prudent for Barclay's health. With the prompting from Barclay, as well as the light touch to his shoulder from his Head of House, Ashton relented enough to let Mr. Pheres administer the water.
Ashton watched him drink, the dragon's concern plain in his silver unglamoured eyes.