[ When they finally make it back to the Hideaway, Clive's the first to meet them on their way back to the infirmary. There's a look of wanting to scold his brother, but he doesn't. Maybe because he knows Tarja's about to, or maybe he's more relieved to see them both back safely (and maybe Clive has too much of a soft spot for his little brother to scold him overly much.) But whatever the reason, he simply sees them both to the infirmary, keeping Joshua to his promise of going to rest.
Aside from a deserved lecture they both weather together, Joshua isn't as in much need of attention and bandaging as the prince, having only just gotten back from the Hideaway before with but a few scrapes and bruises from the travels he'd but just returned from and some soreness and exhaustion from their rowing excursion. But unfortunately, that doesn't mean he's able to escape Tarja's wrath. Handing him a vial of medicine, that he may have left purposefully behind before having left the Hideaway before with Clive, with a look and a few words of how he needs to take his medicine, before setting to work on Dion.
But he too bears it without complaint, having troubled her enough and knowing he can't escape it now, and downs the medicine in a practiced manner, having had to do it his whole life, and with a grimace.
Once he finishes it, his eyes wander to Dion as Tarja starts to remove his bandages, finally seeing for himself the scars and wounds that lay beneath... one's he'd gotten from their battle in the Dominion, and a frown pulls at his lips. Proof of all he's gone through, all he's had to endure, the painful truth and memories that lie within them... wounds Clive and Joshua had caused, even though they needed to fight him in order to stop him, his heart still weighs with guilt and sadness. Wounds that may not have existed at all had Joshua reached out to him sooner.
When Tarja finally finishes and leaves, warning them first that they'd better stay put and actually rest, Joshua sits on the edge of his bed, facing Dion as a silence falls over the room, the noises of the Hideaway muffled and distant. ]
Indeed, we are fortunate Lady Tarja did not wish to have us confined to our bedsides. [ He chuckles softly, ducking his head a little, keeping his voice quiet, like two kids trying not to get caught being awake after bedtime ] I'm well, merely fatigued. [ His expression softens to worry ] But what of you, Dion? Your wounds... how do they fare?
[ Joshua might've healed him, but it was barely anything in comparison to what he might've done to himself getting out that far on the lake and he didn't hear what all Tarja might've said about them. ]
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Aside from a deserved lecture they both weather together, Joshua isn't as in much need of attention and bandaging as the prince, having only just gotten back from the Hideaway before with but a few scrapes and bruises from the travels he'd but just returned from and some soreness and exhaustion from their rowing excursion. But unfortunately, that doesn't mean he's able to escape Tarja's wrath. Handing him a vial of medicine, that he may have left purposefully behind before having left the Hideaway before with Clive, with a look and a few words of how he needs to take his medicine, before setting to work on Dion.
But he too bears it without complaint, having troubled her enough and knowing he can't escape it now, and downs the medicine in a practiced manner, having had to do it his whole life, and with a grimace.
Once he finishes it, his eyes wander to Dion as Tarja starts to remove his bandages, finally seeing for himself the scars and wounds that lay beneath... one's he'd gotten from their battle in the Dominion, and a frown pulls at his lips. Proof of all he's gone through, all he's had to endure, the painful truth and memories that lie within them... wounds Clive and Joshua had caused, even though they needed to fight him in order to stop him, his heart still weighs with guilt and sadness. Wounds that may not have existed at all had Joshua reached out to him sooner.
When Tarja finally finishes and leaves, warning them first that they'd better stay put and actually rest, Joshua sits on the edge of his bed, facing Dion as a silence falls over the room, the noises of the Hideaway muffled and distant. ]
Indeed, we are fortunate Lady Tarja did not wish to have us confined to our bedsides. [ He chuckles softly, ducking his head a little, keeping his voice quiet, like two kids trying not to get caught being awake after bedtime ] I'm well, merely fatigued. [ His expression softens to worry ] But what of you, Dion? Your wounds... how do they fare?
[ Joshua might've healed him, but it was barely anything in comparison to what he might've done to himself getting out that far on the lake and he didn't hear what all Tarja might've said about them. ]