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[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

Could you write something with Cordelia and Bothari? *looks hopeful*

[simon_doctor]

Bothari stood there, stolid as ever, impassive now that he had delivered his news. The silence in the room seemed to spread outward until the entire house seemed stilled, like a castle under a curse in a fairytale.

Until she heard her own brittle voice, Cordelia wasn't sure she'd be able to break the silence. "He's all right now, then?" What a stupid question. He's fifteen and tried to cut his own wrists last month. He is not all right.

Bothari nodded. "Yes, milady." A pause. "You understand I couldn't ..."

"No, of course not. You were quite right not to send word of something like this by comm."

Oh dear God. I'll have to tell Aral.

Another short silence, and Bothari said awkwardly: "He is better. Milady."