Allie Pennington {Arthur Pendragon} (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rexque_futurus) wrote2013-12-16 05:34 pm
rexque_futurus) wrote2013-12-16 05:34 pm
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Luckily for her, Allie has an actual, legitimate medical excuse for not talking to Miles about That Thing for at least a day, like the fact that she's barely conscious for most of them. She still feels kind of sick and exhausted, but better. The police told her there's not much they can do to find out who slipped a drug in her meal, but the Order's working on it.
In the meantime, Jen's basically redecorated her hospital room with more comfortable blankets and pillows and something like a hundred bouquets of flowers, having dragged along a few of her knights as muscle for setting things up. It takes an hour before Jen finally decides she's settled in enough to leave her alone, and even then, she knows that there's a few more Order members than usual keeping an eye on her hospital room.
She has a conversation to deal with, though, and she hugs her legs to her chest when Miles approaches. "Hey."
In the meantime, Jen's basically redecorated her hospital room with more comfortable blankets and pillows and something like a hundred bouquets of flowers, having dragged along a few of her knights as muscle for setting things up. It takes an hour before Jen finally decides she's settled in enough to leave her alone, and even then, she knows that there's a few more Order members than usual keeping an eye on her hospital room.
She has a conversation to deal with, though, and she hugs her legs to her chest when Miles approaches. "Hey."
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"I'm sorry," he whispered.
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"So what can we do?"
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He wants to ask if there are suitors for her hand. To help ease her pain at the very least. For now though, he just held her and offered her as much comfort as he could.