[Mercedes doesn’t seem entirely convinced by their flimsy excuse that Felix had hurt himself while training. It didn’t explain the amount of blood he lost or why there were two odd puncture wounds just above the gash in his palm. But she helps Felix get settled in an infirmary bed nonetheless and takes his hand (which Dimitri is reluctant to let go of) in hers. She pours her white healing magic into him and Dimitri watches, mesmerized.
She can’t do anything for the blood loss; that’s all on Felix’s body, but she mixes together a cocktail of different powders into a tea for him to drink to help. And when Mercedes leaves, her hand slides over Dimitri’s shoulder and squeezes in a passing warning. Like a mother lion, she won’t let anyone hurt her cubs – not even the king. They will follow him and they’ve put their trust in him. But he’s on thin fucking ice.
Dimitri considers this. Sits. Puts considerable distance between himself and Felix. And waits.]
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She can’t do anything for the blood loss; that’s all on Felix’s body, but she mixes together a cocktail of different powders into a tea for him to drink to help. And when Mercedes leaves, her hand slides over Dimitri’s shoulder and squeezes in a passing warning. Like a mother lion, she won’t let anyone hurt her cubs – not even the king. They will follow him and they’ve put their trust in him. But he’s on thin fucking ice.
Dimitri considers this. Sits. Puts considerable distance between himself and Felix. And waits.]