Claudius didn't die today. He didn't, as it turns out, die in a multitude of ways his mind's still trying to piece together. He's fortunate to have made strong, steadfast allies, which is always the way he's learned to protect himself -- he should be proud of the connections he's cultivated for bearing him through the day.
All the same, it doesn't feel like enough. Lan Wangji, at least, will say there's no counting of favors between them. Galahad would deny it, too, fierce and implacable, insisting with no argument that Claudius deserves the care he's given. Claudius promised Gu Xiang tonics and stories, which felt the most like a trade all day. He can't offer much, can he? Even his salves are worth little when others can heal with a touch.
At least he has Nightingale's jacket to return. He's heard about Nightingale's lakeside office, and makes his way there with the jacket over one arm.
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Date: 2023-11-20 05:54 pm (UTC)All the same, it doesn't feel like enough. Lan Wangji, at least, will say there's no counting of favors between them. Galahad would deny it, too, fierce and implacable, insisting with no argument that Claudius deserves the care he's given. Claudius promised Gu Xiang tonics and stories, which felt the most like a trade all day. He can't offer much, can he? Even his salves are worth little when others can heal with a touch.
At least he has Nightingale's jacket to return. He's heard about Nightingale's lakeside office, and makes his way there with the jacket over one arm.