[ He's out and about at the oddest fucking hour, not because he's looking for any sort of trouble, but because he can't sleep. The sisters had apparently thought a punishment consisting of almost-drowning a fellow captive would be an appropriate thing to put on display, making them all watch, and that had set off the familiar nightmares in Toreth's mind all over again. Fucking bitches. He didn't even particularly care about the person who had been tortured, only cared that he had been subjected to the flailing and gargling, the sight summoning back memories of how he had thrashed and fought but it hadn't helped. Water had filled his lungs, his pulse had stopped...
So maybe it's that very sobering recollection that has him not immediately making a derisive or teasing remark at Fiona when he sees her form in the hallway. The lack of a comment means that he gets the chance to observe her while he's unseen for longer than he usually would, and it only takes a few seconds, really, for him to notice that there's something wrong with the way she's walking. Her gait's all wrong, hand clasping at herself.
It's all very familiar. He sees the wounded all the time, or used to, and even if he didn't, it's staggeringly obvious. That it's night time means that she's trying to sneak back, then. Either that or she had only just sustained the injury. Well, bad fucking luck if she's trying to sneak.
He hesitates for only a few more seconds before he's striding over to catch up to her, deliberately taking loud steps so that she isn't caught by surprise. ]
yesss it's going to be disgusting
So maybe it's that very sobering recollection that has him not immediately making a derisive or teasing remark at Fiona when he sees her form in the hallway. The lack of a comment means that he gets the chance to observe her while he's unseen for longer than he usually would, and it only takes a few seconds, really, for him to notice that there's something wrong with the way she's walking. Her gait's all wrong, hand clasping at herself.
It's all very familiar. He sees the wounded all the time, or used to, and even if he didn't, it's staggeringly obvious. That it's night time means that she's trying to sneak back, then. Either that or she had only just sustained the injury. Well, bad fucking luck if she's trying to sneak.
He hesitates for only a few more seconds before he's striding over to catch up to her, deliberately taking loud steps so that she isn't caught by surprise. ]
Fiona.