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"I'm hardly going to be storming about, yelling at people. I'll be sat at my desk, going through papers about the kingdom; it's not exhilarating for me, so I doubt it'll be for you either. I don't want you sat there, bored out of your mind when you could be resting in bed, Imogen," he replied sternly, side-eyeing her before averting his gaze elsewhere. It was easier being strict with her when he wasn't facing her, or he'd inevitably let his emotions rule him and give in to whatever she demanded. In this case, as much as he wanted to be around her, he couldn't face knowing that she might get worse because of his selfish need to have her around, out of bed where he felt she needed to be if she wanted to stand any change of getting better.
"...So no, you can't come with me. It's putting your health at risk. Finish your food, because you need to, and then go back to bed. You shouldn't have come down to eat with us, it's my fault for being selfish. I can't take that risk again. I'd rather you be in bed than wandering about the castle growing sicker. Do you understand? I'm not joking around; if I need to be strict with you so you get the message, I will," he continued, though in spite of his stern, almost monotone words, he refused to glance in her direction, only doing so briefly before making a quick exit.
The words didn't do much to improve the already tense atmosphere, though Themus managed to smile nonetheless, not knowing what else to do. "I can help you back to your room if you'd like, Imogen. I can't imagine you want my help, but I want to at least walk with you, in case you fall again. Neotoma, you should probably go with Lysander, I imagine he'll want to discuss work with you-- I don't know. Maybe he wants to be left alone. It's worth you heading to see him to find out."
"...So no, you can't come with me. It's putting your health at risk. Finish your food, because you need to, and then go back to bed. You shouldn't have come down to eat with us, it's my fault for being selfish. I can't take that risk again. I'd rather you be in bed than wandering about the castle growing sicker. Do you understand? I'm not joking around; if I need to be strict with you so you get the message, I will," he continued, though in spite of his stern, almost monotone words, he refused to glance in her direction, only doing so briefly before making a quick exit.
The words didn't do much to improve the already tense atmosphere, though Themus managed to smile nonetheless, not knowing what else to do. "I can help you back to your room if you'd like, Imogen. I can't imagine you want my help, but I want to at least walk with you, in case you fall again. Neotoma, you should probably go with Lysander, I imagine he'll want to discuss work with you-- I don't know. Maybe he wants to be left alone. It's worth you heading to see him to find out."