It had been days since Montague returned from Serenno with the gifts she had prepared for the newly-minted Marauders and her former student. Heavily injured and unconscious, at that, the latter. Hrist had simply waved off the butler's apology of being unable to complete his assigned task, assuring him that he did the right thing. Besides, how else would the Zabrak enjoy his gift if he perished?
Perhaps Xeno should count himself lucku that Hrist's fathers weren't present when Montague returned. Both Jacques and Joaquin were offworld, doing business who knew where and probably wouldn't be home soon. The Mistress of the estate was quick to call upon one of the very few people she considered friend and ally, one of the former Cadre Subjects from the facility Hrist hailed, who now worked in the underworld as a doctor. She could simply refer to the local medical experts, but she didn't trust them.
Hrist listened patiently as Tomoegata discussed Xeno's injuries extensively and with much details. Her Cadre-brother had taken on a gleeful tone at the female Sith's unimpressed gaze, most probably to sway her into taking the same path he did. The flamboyantly dressed half-Sephi cared not for the Order nor being a part of it despite the brainwashing and conditioning they were once subject into, and Hrist would have admired the man had she not been loyal to the Eternal herself.
"He will live, then?" Hrist asked after her Cadre-brother spoke, one perfect brow raised in curiosity as she glanced at the unconscious Zabrak lying prone in the bed. Should Xeno awaken he would find himself in the same guest room he was provided with during his first visit on the estate. Nothing changed, save for the medical apparatuses in the room.
Tomoegata shrugged, absent-mindedly tying little bows on the Zabrak's bandaged arm. "Yes. Shame, that. He would make a fine specimen for this project I'm working on."
Laughing softly, the female Marauder brushed the joke aside and stood from her seat, returning the embrace her Cadre-brother gave her. "Thank you for your help, Tomoegata. I trust you know where your room is for the whole duration of your stay?"
"Dear me, I seem to have forgotten. Perhaps one of your cute maids can help me...?"
A predatory glint flashed momentarily in the half-Sephi's dark gaze, prompting another giggle from Hrist. Wagging a finger at him in a stern "No", she shook her head fondly as Montague escorted Tomoegata out of the room, leaving her alone with her former student.
Ruby gaze settled on Xeno's face. With a small wave of her hand the heavy armchair by the fireplace floated towards Hrist and settled on the bedside. Now perched on her seat, the female Marauder continued her vigil by her dear former student's bedside, waiting for him to wake up. They have much to discuss, more so, the reason for him ending up in such a state.
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Perhaps Xeno should count himself lucku that Hrist's fathers weren't present when Montague returned. Both Jacques and Joaquin were offworld, doing business who knew where and probably wouldn't be home soon. The Mistress of the estate was quick to call upon one of the very few people she considered friend and ally, one of the former Cadre Subjects from the facility Hrist hailed, who now worked in the underworld as a doctor. She could simply refer to the local medical experts, but she didn't trust them.
Hrist listened patiently as Tomoegata discussed Xeno's injuries extensively and with much details. Her Cadre-brother had taken on a gleeful tone at the female Sith's unimpressed gaze, most probably to sway her into taking the same path he did. The flamboyantly dressed half-Sephi cared not for the Order nor being a part of it despite the brainwashing and conditioning they were once subject into, and Hrist would have admired the man had she not been loyal to the Eternal herself.
"He will live, then?" Hrist asked after her Cadre-brother spoke, one perfect brow raised in curiosity as she glanced at the unconscious Zabrak lying prone in the bed. Should Xeno awaken he would find himself in the same guest room he was provided with during his first visit on the estate. Nothing changed, save for the medical apparatuses in the room.
Tomoegata shrugged, absent-mindedly tying little bows on the Zabrak's bandaged arm. "Yes. Shame, that. He would make a fine specimen for this project I'm working on."
Laughing softly, the female Marauder brushed the joke aside and stood from her seat, returning the embrace her Cadre-brother gave her. "Thank you for your help, Tomoegata. I trust you know where your room is for the whole duration of your stay?"
"Dear me, I seem to have forgotten. Perhaps one of your cute maids can help me...?"
A predatory glint flashed momentarily in the half-Sephi's dark gaze, prompting another giggle from Hrist. Wagging a finger at him in a stern "No", she shook her head fondly as Montague escorted Tomoegata out of the room, leaving her alone with her former student.
Ruby gaze settled on Xeno's face. With a small wave of her hand the heavy armchair by the fireplace floated towards Hrist and settled on the bedside. Now perched on her seat, the female Marauder continued her vigil by her dear former student's bedside, waiting for him to wake up. They have much to discuss, more so, the reason for him ending up in such a state.
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