Quince cursed, his heart racing and beating oddly inside his chest. He grunted, doubled over, clutching at it as he tried to control how he breathed. He didn't seem to notice her under the bed, at least not directly in that moment- and a moment later- the door creaked open.
"Ah.. Cousin Quince.. you're.... awake," came the voice, not sounded as elated as one might think. It was curt and tart, and heavy foot falls moved inside the room.
"And what earth are you doing on the floor? Tut, Tut," he moved towards the other man, but Quince waved him off, jerking his head away as if in pain.
The other man frowned.
"You wantme to just leave you here on the floor, cousin?" he forced a laugh. "What kind of host would I be to let you suffer so? No, no.. it's back to bed with you. And I'll get you that tea that seems to help you very much. Come now.. one, two, three-" And with a grunt, the other man was able to help Quince up off the floor and into the bed.
She'd be able to hear the man deposited heavily onto the bed as he groaned above her.
"Now, now, rest- please. I will hurry and fetch you the tea myself. But it's good to see you.. awake," he went on, tightly before taking a step away from the bed. He eyed the other man for a good long while, calculating before deciding it was safe enough to let him return to solitude as he made his way towards the door.
"Don't forget to ring the bell if you need anything. I shan't be more than a few moments, Quince." And with that, the door clicked closed behind him and his foot falls fell away.