Theo opened his eyes a moment later and was equally surprised to see Fletcher telling Dewey off. He ducked his head in amusement, knowing very well why poor Dewey was interested in Aneisha's love life while also feeling bad for being the one to bring it to his attention.

"...nothing," Dewey replied. "If she is happy and safe then it is none of my business. Her choices are her own and should be hers alone." He looked to Fletcher pointedly as if daring the older man to interfere. 

Morthil shot the lady a withering glare when he heard her giggle.

"You think she's attached?" He grumbled quite ticked off, his tail now moving agitatedly from side to side.

But his annoyance slowly faded when he heard what the girl had done to get here.
"She almost died—SHE CARRIED ME ALL THE WAY HERE?!"
He managed to turn his head enough to gaze at the sleeping goblin which was currently holding him captive.

"How long has she been, well...like this?" Morthil asked softly, turning inquiringly to look at Lin.
"No way. I don't believe it. I slept for three days?!" He believed that she did.
From what Lin said, the girl almost killed herself just walking here. 
If it's been three days...maybe...Morthil tried to shift again. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Was he stuck as a cat now, forever—his thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of the goblin moving alittle, and then feeling teeth sink into his neck. Not deep, but enough that he could feel it.
"Oh HELL NO!" Morthil yelled, half out of shock and half out of indignation. The goblin just flat out bit him! 
"Nuh uh, I'm not about to let myself get eaten by a goblin that's SLEEPING!"
Lin managed to pry the goblin's teeth off of him. 
Morthil was staring daggers at Lin.
"Is this a normal thing? She compulsively eats in her sleep?! And why was she trying to eat ME?!"
His tail whacked the goblin hard, out of protest. 
He had stopped trying to get out of the goblin's grasp, and now, with much exasperation and resignation, just laid there, nerves ready to snap and the exasperation evident on his feline face.
"So...." Morthil, after much contemplation, asked. 
"How long is she going to sleep for?"
His eyes drifted to the food.
His stomach growled. He himself hadn't eaten in at least 4 days.

Linda couldn't help but giggle sweetly at the antics of the cat that wasn't really a cat and the goblin girl in bed. Sure, she certainly felt sorry for the creature-- whatever it truly was, and she could only imagine how restless it probably felt, stuck in Goblinda's grasp. But... really, just look at them. She covered her mouth to prevent herself from openly grinning at the two, before lightly adding her own two cents in. "She seems to have grown pretty attached to you, in a short amount of time." It was really all she could say with a somewhat straight face. Could you blame her?

"At the very least, now I have a somewhat better understanding of what lead you two here... Right, well I suppose I'd better get explaining, then." Propping herself up a bit, as if to try to act a little more 'official' than she currently had been, Linda continued on. "We're in Ketra, right now. Capital city of Adela... though if you were staying in a village near-ish to here, you probably already knew that. I'm not sure how far you traveled to get here, but Goblinda carried you all the way from wherever you were, here-- and she wasn't exactly in good shape when she got here, either. Barely conscious, lost quite a bit of blood-- I was honestly a little worried I was going to lose her."

Linda paused for a moment, her eyes lowering a bit from the pair on the bed, to her own legs. That was the first time she'd said it out loud, now that she thought about it. Sure, the fear had run through her mind while she'd been caring for the goblin girl, but that very moment was the first in which she'd openly admitted just how close the entire situation was-- at least, to her eyes. It wasn't exactly uncommon for Little 'Lin to return from some adventure with a wound or two... But the blood, the burns... It was surreal.

"...Ahem. Um, believe it or not, she wouldn't let you go, even in that state-- so I figured I'd just clean you both up, and put you to bed." She said, before standing once more, and moving back toward the table. On the tray she'd placed, there were a variety of foods-- among them, the plate stacked the highest was one with what looked like beef steaks-- medium rare, if that. "You've both been asleep for 3 days-- So to keep you... well, 'safe', I've been making sure to bring her meals, since she--"

Linda couldn't finish in time. Really, she didn't have to-- Morthil likely very quickly figured out what she was about to say, as Goblinda unknowingly drew her favorite body pillow a little closer to her face and then... chomp. Right into the poor cat's neck. Not too harshly, mind-- It was more of a love bite than anything, given how razor sharp those teeth in her mouth were. But Linda sighed all the same, realizing she needed to do something before the silly little goblin got any further ideas. Picking up one of the beef steaks, she quickly trotted back over to the bed, and, after a gentle apology to Morthil, reached down and pried-- as best she could-- Goblinda's mouth back open. It was a daunting task, one which Linda seemed way too familiar with, and as soon as she'd managed just enough space, she took the beef steak and stuffed it between her lips-- replacing Morthil with it. Goblinda seemingly grumbled throughout, as if protesting, but eventually relaxed back into peaceful slumber with a steak in her mouth.

"Nice!" Proclaimed Linda, giving herself a mental pat on the back and a fist pump. "Didn't even cut my finger that time!"

Fletch jumped a little and turned to regard Dewey with more severity than he'd actually intended. "Dewey. Fuck, mate. Don't sneak up on a man's blind side like that," he complained. "Was wondering where you'd gone off to." He squinted, looking the man over, his brow settling low with suspicion. He'd sounded shocked at the news. A little too upset, in Fletcher's opinion, to not be invested in the answer. "I'm not really in the habit of gossip. Just trying to look out for her, that's all. So what's it to you, then?"

Morthil tired himself out. And then someone came through the door. He stiffened, not knowing who this person was either.

He hissed at her at first, trying to keep up the illusion of just a stray cat. But this lady saw right through it. 
How did she know...then the lady mentioned tending to Morthil's paw.
"I do thank you, it feels slightly better. Although it is hard to tell, I haven't walked on it since because I've been stuck with this KID?!" Morthil's voice raised a few decibels at the last part. He was more frustrated at how strong the kid was than anything. 

"First question, where exactly am I?" Morthil asked, and then followed that up with "Who are you?"  His feline voice was soft, but still masculine. His emerald eyes glanced uneasily around the room, finally resting on the lady, who had introduced herself as Lin.

"My name is Morthil...Morthil Tyrion. I do wish we could have met under less..." Morthil searched for the right word "weird circumstances." The whole situation was rather hilarious, really. 

"I uh...I don't exactly know how I ended up here..." Morthil shifted again in the goblin's grasp, also realizing that the blasted goblin was drooling all over him. 
"Oh for the sake of catnip," he muttered to himself, and then remembered the question Lin had asked.
"Anyways, the village I had been residing in got attacked...I was captured by the attacking goblins and was almost," Morthil took a calming breath, "almost killed. And then this...this kid just shows up out of nowhere and rescues me."
He managed to get his uninjured paw free and whacked the sleeping goblin on the nose.
"Wake up!"
His tail twitched anxiously. He hoped this goblin was just as friendly as this other lady.

"There's a difference between a man I know and a man I don't. Besides," he said thickly, looking completely downtrodden, "that was said before I came to the stark reality of not knowing people like I thought I do."

He rested his head back against one of the stalls and closed his eyes. "Tease Aneisha about her new boyfriend or not, at the end of the day it's not any of my business I suppose. Best I don't make more of a mess of things."

"Aneisha has a boyfriend?" Dewey stood behind Fletcher looking pale and like he had been punched in the stomach. 

He frowned. "Much as I want to argue, it's probably best to keep the regular rotation, isn't it? For everything. Parties included. And what's that about? You've changed your mind on her now that the threat's real? Last time I tried to protect her, I seem to remember a certain nobleman telling me off for it. Saying she won't be young forever."

Theo shook his head. "I only know better because I've tried before. Elijah was the caretaker, not me. I don't know much of anything in that regard so don't beat yourself up too much. At least you can escape some of them and send the others. Maybe get yourself up to mischief finding out who Aneisha's new mystery man is."

Fletch grunted. "This is why he was the healer and I wasn't," he replied. "Potions and poisons and herbs were never my forte. I can just hear him dressing me down over the ten different ways I could have accidentally killed a patient with this kind of talk. Least you do it tactfully." He took another sip, out of sorts at the idea that so much was happening all at once without any room to breathe. "I guess neither of us are getting out of it easy, are we?"

He kept his mouth shut and had to dip his head to hide the surprised brow raise he gave the other man to see him almost fawning over Aya. All the months Theo had known Fletcher not once had he spoken in anything less than exasperation towards the dog he felt obligated but not attached to caring for.

"Too sick and they'll stay home and send for the healer. Not sick enough and I'm dragged along with a hovering mother. Besides somehow I don't think 'why yes I just destroyed my insides, let's have fun now,' sounds as inviting in reality. This of course paired with that kind of repeated illness can't be good for my actual health. It was worth a thought though I suppose," he added hurriedly realizing how it must have sounded shutting down the person actually trying to help him.