Allen, Henri, and Vi, guest appearance by Cal | Late Evening, Post-Fight It feels like a night for a fight, the Marshal had said during their conversation earlier in the evening. Calvin had trusted the Marshal's instincts then, though Calvin himself had attended many a peaceful Turning. Now, though, in the chaos that surrounded the the outburst of violence, it was clear that the Marshal was correct. So correct, that Calvin couldn't help but wonder if he'd planned this.
He hadn't seen the beginning of the scuffle, though enough people were thronging around him and talking to him all at once that he'd managed to get a good idea of just how bad it had been. A child a little older than Declan wailed inconsolably, and Calvin took him into his arms to soothe him, sucking up his fear. "Will the Marshal hit me too?" the child asked tearfully in Aurellian, his eyes wide.
"No, Ceddon-son, he's a good man. Good men don't hurt children. I promise you're safe." He stroked the child's hair, shifting him so he was looking over Calvin's shoulder, away from where the Marshal and Henri were limping away, smiling and cracking jokes as if it had all been some grand joke.
Calvin's eyes were hard as he followed the Marshal's broken progress away from the bonfire, his mouth turned downward in disappointment. As if Calvin had willed it, the Marshal looked over his shoulder, and Calvin met his eyes for a long moment, holding the crying child close.
And then, as if Calvin had accidentally summoned this, too, a woman burst through Calvin's chest. Literally: Viola Rosier, whose steps or breathing Calvin hadn't heard at all, phased entirely through both his form and the child's, leaving a chill in her wake that, for a moment, stopped Calvin's breath entirely. He wanted to yell after her, but the doctor had already begun a diatribe of her own.
"What on earth are you two doing to yourselves?" she demanded in Clovennian as swift and abrupt as her intangible push through the crowd had been. She stepped forward, looking over both men with a doctor's critical eye. "You're coming with me to the clinic," she declared. "And on the way you can tell me what in Clove's name is going on."