"Oh, Alan..." Beleth slips around the corner as well, kneeling down next to the injured bird. It's much easier to see the damage like this, without nothing but feathers to cover it. Her expression is sympathy bordering on pity, but when she scoops up the bird that is Alan, it's gentle, careful. "You should have told me it was this bad." But her words don't have any bite to them, as she holds him to her chest, and turns around, walking back into the road.
She arrives at the apartment in short order, Red Templars at the door. They glance at Beleth, and nod her on. The bird gets no attention--either it's some weird research thing, or maybe she's hungry. Other residents pass her in the hall, nodding in the bare minimum of social politeness. Her place is a few floors up, and the most readily noticeable thing is the whole...doors locking from the outside thing. And Alan will notice, as Beleth slips inside, there are certainly no locks from the inside.
But it's still a far cry from the cells in the Gallows. The apartment is small, with two rooms, but it's clean and colorful. Around the walls hangs paintings, cloth tapestries, all bright and cheery. There's even a window, though it opens to a steep drop that would kill any who tried to use it for escape. But Beleth has a windowsill with potted plants that mitigate this somewhat.
Alan is placed on the bed (with a rag under him, please don't get blood all over her sheets). Then she steps back, watching him worriedly. Hopefully, he could transform back, because damn if she knows how to apply first aid to a bird.
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She arrives at the apartment in short order, Red Templars at the door. They glance at Beleth, and nod her on. The bird gets no attention--either it's some weird research thing, or maybe she's hungry. Other residents pass her in the hall, nodding in the bare minimum of social politeness. Her place is a few floors up, and the most readily noticeable thing is the whole...doors locking from the outside thing. And Alan will notice, as Beleth slips inside, there are certainly no locks from the inside.
But it's still a far cry from the cells in the Gallows. The apartment is small, with two rooms, but it's clean and colorful. Around the walls hangs paintings, cloth tapestries, all bright and cheery. There's even a window, though it opens to a steep drop that would kill any who tried to use it for escape. But Beleth has a windowsill with potted plants that mitigate this somewhat.
Alan is placed on the bed (with a rag under him, please don't get blood all over her sheets). Then she steps back, watching him worriedly. Hopefully, he could transform back, because damn if she knows how to apply first aid to a bird.
"Okay. Can you do it?"