It was a short day for Theodore, today. He had planned to spend more of the morning to himself, but Bomba had been worried for her life, and caring for the health of the living was more urgent than remembering the dead. Especially since he was a healer because of his mother; he could only be thankful that he had inherited his own strong health from his father.
He was filing paperwork from his last patient to be sent up to the Spell Damage Ward, since the patient had been admitted, when he overheard his name. His senses had been on the alert since he had seen Healer Strout taken away the day before; although she had only missed one day of work so far since, the encounter he'd observed had been enough to make him wary.
And now someone was here looking for him. The voice sounded familiar, but it was in an undertone, and he couldn't place it, until he spotted Blaise.
Despite himself, a little smile appeared on his face, though he was still wary. What a time for Blaise to come to see him - surely he remembered what today was?
"Blaise," he said, coming up to the front desk. He could see the sneer on his old friend's face, and he raised his eyebrows, though his expression looked mostly amused. "To what do I owe this honor?"