Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140519203755/@comment-3293219-20140521111830

"Well, it's better than my plan..." Gert muttered, somewhat humbled by the sight of the city.

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Set arrived in the mess hall, seeing Isis with Jaryl, who sat by her, unable to hide his concern but he did his best. He began to approach them but he was quickly spotted by his younger brother, who looked to him before looking back to Isis.

"I'll be back in a second..." He whispered, kissing her on the forehead as he got up and met Set halfway, as if he was trying to protect her from him.

"What do you want?" He asked, failing miserably to hide his distrust as he folded his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Isis... We need her for-"

"No, she can't now..."

Set squinted slightly, looking over Jaryl's shoulder, though he wasn't able to see how pale she was, which was the main reason for Jaryl's concern.

"I'm sorry, are you her mommy now? Fuck man, we got-"

"She... Can't..." Jaryl interrupted, through gritted teeth. He wanted to make sure that she ate something, normally he wouldn't be so concerned but she was somewhat shaken and incredibly pale.

"Jaryl..." Set grumbled, trying to step past him but meeting Jaryl's face at every attempt.

"No, she's had a shock, she's white as an aedra's ass cheek and I swear that she's..."

"She's what?" Set glanced over Jaryl's shoulder, unable to see what he was talking about before he looked back to his younger brother, awaiting answers.

"Nothin', not you like you care anyway... right? I mean, you didn't give a fuck, when she was actually dyin' in front of you. So why would you care now?"

Set knew that he was right but he and Isis had talked it through, even if it wasn't that long ago, it was in the past...

"That wasn't...!" Set restrained himself, knowing that he had a right to feel that way. Jaryl was the only one who cared about Isis, her Mother, Grandfather, Set and everyone else were willing to let her die for her mistake, something that Jaryl would never do.

"That wasn't your fault? Is that what you were gonna say?" Jaryl winced as he folded his arms as he put some pressure on his broken fingers. He really needed to ask Isis to fix them before he lost them...

"N-No... I know what I did, being pissed off wasn't an excuse, I get that..." He paused and frowned, remembering why he was here.

"Look, we'll talk about this later, I need Isis to he-"

"No Set, she's..."

"He's dyin'!" Set interrupted, his voice echoing throughout the mess hall, prompting several goblins to look over their shoulders...

Jaryl paused, looking away, sheepishly as he turned around.

"Oh... Well... I erm... Yeah, we do need Isis..." He said, exasperated from the awkwardness of the situation as he turned back and approached the Imperial, taking a seat beside her as Set approached.

"Isis, we need your help..."

"That Breton that you were with? He's tried to kill himself, blood's everywhere, we need you to close up the wound..." Set informed her, unable to hide his surprise at how pale she was. If she was asleep, he'd be worried that she'd died... He pushed past it as Jaryl has probably already asked and his little talk with Maria echoed in the back of his head.