Who: Aragorn and Imrahil What: Visitation! When: Probably a day or two after Aragorn was stabbed, during a period when Arwen was...off doing something? XD Where: Houses of Healing
Imrahil: *goes to visit Aragorn in the houses of healing*
Aragorn: *still mostly unconscious, and resting, and rather looks like hell, laying there*
Imrahil: *frowns at Aragorn, but sits down in a chair near his bed. contemplated visiting with Ioreth instead but does settle down in the chair to wait for Aragorn's eventual revival*
Aragorn: *shifts a bit*
Imrahil: *mildly* Waking up, are you, Elessar?
Aragorn: *grunts**mumbles*
Imrahil: *stands up and gets closer to him* What? What do you need? Do I need to call Ioreth?
Aragorn: *was mumbling Arwen's name, but that voice? Totally not Arwen**places it after a moment, and tries to sit up**Groans*
Imraihl: *places a hand on Aragorn's shoulder* easy there, lay still, you've given the whole city a bad scare.
Aragorn: *coughchuckles*
Imrahil: *eeeh skeevy injury cough. sounds like that sometimes.* Just rest, for now, I wanted to see with my own eyes that you're going to recover. What can I get you?
Aragorn: *manages a wry grin* Immunity to..... poison, for..... starters.
Imrahil: *laughs, pats his shoulder gently* Water? You sound thirsty.
ARAgorn: *nods his head, regrets as dizzines and nausea swarm him*
Imrahil: *moves Aragorn's pillow slightly so he can "sit up" a little more without straining his neck, finds the pitcher of water* Easy with it, and don't try to talk too much.
Aragorn: *drinks**carefully**winces, as side still burns quite badly*
Imrahil: ...do you want me to get a healer, Elessar?
Aragorn: *shakes his head, ever so slightly*
Imrahil: *sits back down in his chair, watching Aragorn* I'm sure you'll want to know your city is safe. We *means the knights of Dol Amroth* saw to it the city was mobilized in an orderly fashion when word of your attack filtered down.
Imrahil: There have been no riots, no frantic mobs trying to leave the city, and nobody has been trampled in any sort of chaos. So rest easy on that account.
Aragorn: *nods his head, wearily**Between the rangers, the rohirrim, and the Knights, it seems like his city was in good hands!*
Imrahil: Is there anything I can do for you, Elessar? We wouldn't want you to suffer unduly while you recover. *well... some of his knights would, but it's not personal.*
Aragorn: *letting him rest would be wonderful <3**shakes his head a little, then has a thought* Watch..the waters...I think..Umbar..agent..
Imrahil: *pats Aragorn's arm* Unfortunately, your fastest rider apparently just left the city, or I'd be sending her to Dol Amroth. >_>. I've had to send home some of my knights to quell rumors and alert the provincial coast what's going on.
Aragorn: *nods, grunts* Timing..could have been...*coughs* *lays back a bit*
Imrahil: ...I know, but nobody can predict these things. *which is why Imrahil, as was Denethor's advice to him many, many years ago, wears a maille layer over his chest every time he goes out into the streets*
ARagorn: *Was stabbed where there would have been an opening in armor, anyway**chuckles* Was telling...FAramir's wife..that a peasant..can do more damage than...army...sometimes..
Imrahil: ...don't talk, for the love of Eru, you need your strength for other things. *chastising* I'll get Ioreth, there's probably some immensely taxing treatment you need now that you're awake.
Aragorn: *lays back down, closing his eyes, and sighs*
Imrahil: Rest well, your city is in good hands. My sister's sons could not love Gondor more and what experience they lack is made up for by those presently in the city for your wedding. It's not a completely unfortuitous timing. *very reassuring* Your chief task is to get better, or die well. *a touch of humor there, yes, just a hint*
Aragorn: *smiles wryly, and drifts off into sleep plagued by poison!dreams!*