Full-armor as Erin typically was, it wasn't the sudden bump that alerted him to a problem, but the girl's voice. He looked back at her quizzically, halting for a brief moment to make sure she was alright. "Daydreaming back there?" He teased a bit, though he noticed her spirits had seemingly soured a bit since he'd last taken a glance at her face. Were her injuries starting to catch up to her? Was she finally growing exhausted? It was hard to tell. He'd heard her dejected concerns about, he assumed, not having her family's wealth at near access, but surely she wasn't worried about that, was she?
"Come on-- Not much farther. You'll in good shape soon enough." He awkwardly tried to encourage her, before turning and continuing to lead her further. He had to assume it was just the tension leaving her body-- The doc would take care of that too.
A few steps more, and they'd arrived at the doorstep of what could've been a home, or a place of business; It was hard to tell at first glance, given it's out-front signage that read "Evelyn Morvis, Infirmiry" yet it's exterior was neatly kept with a lawn of green grass and a pretty, intricate ornament sitting in the front window. Erin knew he'd reached the right place, however, and without so much as a knock, opened the door to the building, Hyathia in toe. The two were greeted just inside the foyer of the building by a desk-- one where a raven-haired boy, maybe three or four years younger than Hyathia herself, sat quietly with a book of names before him. Quietly, at least, until Erin walked in... at which point, his dull, gray eyes lit up like charcoal sharpening into obsidian. "...Erin! It's Erin! Mom-- Erin's back!"
Said crimson warrior couldn't help but stifle a laugh as he watched the boy jump out of the chair he was in, and rush over to the two new entries. A fire of excitement fueled his eyes, as if he knew life itself had just waltzed through the door. "You got new armor! Gosh-- it's soooo cool! Can you get me armor like that? I-- I've been practicing with the wooden sword you got for me, just like you taught me!" He was practically hopping in place with excitement at this reunion, and Erin finally gave in to him bemused laughter at the sight of him. "Have you now, Emmerin? Hopefully not indoors." This boy's name was Emmerin; Son of the doctor that owned this building, and future lord of Connlaoth... or so he dreamed. "No, really I have! I can show you, I even mastered that sidestep you taught me!"
"Enough, Emmerin... Let him into the door proper, or you'll scare him off."
A bit of a ways in, down the staircase of the two-story building, a figure slowly descended. Erin's heart skipped a beat, despite his best efforts otherwise, as he laid eyes on the proprietor of the practice. To Erin, very few words did her proper justice. She was death, wrapped in the finest silk. Her skin was a beautiful, milky white-- flawless, though so little of it as her slender, hairless hands, the perfectly traceable line of her collarbone and her elegantly mid-cut dress were available for show. Her robes, black as night itself, which perfectly accentuated her long, loosely curled, near-midnight locks which enshrouded much of her face in mystery. Dark amethyst lipstick and eye shadow and a beauty mark at the peak of her cheek accentuated her enrapturing, golden eyes-- her gaze always ever-so-serene, her smile ever-so-inviting, like poisoned wine with an undeniable scent to draw one closer in...
"...It's been a while, eh, Dr. Evelyn Morvis?"
"Shire." A bead of sweat almost formed on Erin's brow at the rather curt greeting he received, but he didn't visibly flinch. Not yet, anyway. The 'doctor' waltzed slowly towards the three, with Emmerin having the wherewithal to quickly head back over to his seat at the table, and Erin unconsciously pulling Hyathia a bit closer-- almost as if he didn't know what was going to happen next. A weird reaction for Erin to be sure. The doctor stopped a few steps away from the two, her singularly-visible eye washing languidly over the both of their conditions as Erin began to speak again. "Hope you're not too busy for a walk-in?"
"Never too busy, for the lost puppy with a wounded paw that keeps showing up at my doorstep." Evelyn responded with a knowing smile. THAT one caused Erin to flinch a bit, though he smiled sheepishly all the same. "Though you don't look any worse than you normally do... A bit better, even, for what that's worth. Your friend, however..."
"She's who I'm here for. She had a rough day, and--"
"I gathered as much." The doctor responded in amused tone, cutting him off as her eyes had already fallen from Erin's mighty form to Hyathia's. Not a fighter, that was for sure... But the doctor withheld any judgements of either of them. "Well, I suppose I'll scold you a bit later. For now, dear, won't you come and sit at my table? I'd like to get a better look at your injuries... and see what I can do to help." Dr. Morvis turned without another word, walking towards a curtained-off section of the first floor, and almost enticingly gesturing for Hyathia to follow. Erin, who looked a bit defeated for some odd reason, simply gave the girl a gentle squeeze on the shoulder-- the good one, anyway-- before letting go. "She... can be a bit intimidating, but she's the best doc I've ever worked with. You'll be fine." He vaguely explained, ignoring the weirdness of the last few moments as everyone knew the easiest way to disprove something happened was to simply ignore it.
