[ There she is. He doesn't want her out of sight, right now. He's already lost one of the most precious people to him, if he loses her... Then it really all will be over for him. His brow relaxes, and he reaches his hand down for Torgal to sniff and then to pet his head, smiling at someone who isn't Jill for the first time since he left the Hideaway. ]
Did you keep her safe, boy?
[ Torgal barks, pressing his face to Clive's thigh, gentler this time, so his master doesn't fall over. He hovers behind Clive as Jill takes Clive's other arm, ready to catch him if he falls, and with Torgal and Jill's help, Clive manages to make it down the deck to the dock, where a chocobo drawn wagon awaits them to spirit them off to the Rosfield manor. At this, Clive does protest, but Tarja and Byron both cut him off, the ever jovial Byron quite serious, for once. He nearly died. He needs to rest, and a long trip back home isn't resting. Byron had already sent word ahead to make rooms ready for he and Jill's stay (because Byron knows Jill and Torgal aren't going anywhere if Clive isn't), and to prepare it for the long haul.
Clive isn't allowed to leave the manor until he can walk on his own, and those are Tarja's final orders as his physicker. Byron has his own on staff, though not nearly as skilled as Tarja, but Clive is stable, and she shouldn't be needed. If she is, well. They'll cross that bridge as they get there.
He doesn't like this, feeling helpless, and he refuses to let go of Jill's hand the entire way there, and again the entire way to their rooms, where he's promptly put back into (granted, a more comfortable) bed, a tray of bread, water, and fruit that will sit light on the stomach nearby.
If you need anythin', jus' give us a shout, alright? Mid says as she waves goodbye, and Clive is left, with Torgal laying on his feet and Jill at his bedside. Byron, too, makes his exit, apologizing for not being able to stay, but he will see them at dinner, of course, and the room is left quiet, the distant sound of the gulls the only thing to break the silence.
And Clive sighs. ]
All this fuss.
[ He raises his good hand, clenches a fist. ]
I'm going to go mad if I have to stay in bed, Jill.
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Did you keep her safe, boy?
[ Torgal barks, pressing his face to Clive's thigh, gentler this time, so his master doesn't fall over. He hovers behind Clive as Jill takes Clive's other arm, ready to catch him if he falls, and with Torgal and Jill's help, Clive manages to make it down the deck to the dock, where a chocobo drawn wagon awaits them to spirit them off to the Rosfield manor. At this, Clive does protest, but Tarja and Byron both cut him off, the ever jovial Byron quite serious, for once. He nearly died. He needs to rest, and a long trip back home isn't resting. Byron had already sent word ahead to make rooms ready for he and Jill's stay (because Byron knows Jill and Torgal aren't going anywhere if Clive isn't), and to prepare it for the long haul.
Clive isn't allowed to leave the manor until he can walk on his own, and those are Tarja's final orders as his physicker. Byron has his own on staff, though not nearly as skilled as Tarja, but Clive is stable, and she shouldn't be needed. If she is, well. They'll cross that bridge as they get there.
He doesn't like this, feeling helpless, and he refuses to let go of Jill's hand the entire way there, and again the entire way to their rooms, where he's promptly put back into (granted, a more comfortable) bed, a tray of bread, water, and fruit that will sit light on the stomach nearby.
If you need anythin', jus' give us a shout, alright? Mid says as she waves goodbye, and Clive is left, with Torgal laying on his feet and Jill at his bedside. Byron, too, makes his exit, apologizing for not being able to stay, but he will see them at dinner, of course, and the room is left quiet, the distant sound of the gulls the only thing to break the silence.
And Clive sighs. ]
All this fuss.
[ He raises his good hand, clenches a fist. ]
I'm going to go mad if I have to stay in bed, Jill.