[Caster might've seen Myr carted off by Everett, if he'd stuck around long--the diplomat plainly distressed and not at all shy about informing the Coven's Witches that locking a sufferer's Bonded out of the infirmary simply would not fly--
Myr, meanwhile, wasn't in much of a state to do any talking himself.
He still sounds a little foggy over the watches, like he's been woken from a nap.]
Caster--? 'm fine, I think. Arm still hurts, [because he doesn't...quite solidly remember what happened beyond the door, and assumes this is about the bite,] but it's doing better.
YEEEAH LET'S DO THIS
Myr, meanwhile, wasn't in much of a state to do any talking himself.
He still sounds a little foggy over the watches, like he's been woken from a nap.]
Caster--? 'm fine, I think. Arm still hurts, [because he doesn't...quite solidly remember what happened beyond the door, and assumes this is about the bite,] but it's doing better.
...Yeah, we can. Got somewhere in mind?