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[Solymr]

: Don't worry about a thing. Markus chuckled. Think of it this way, your idea was best for everyone, not just one of the other. Your father would've realized that anyways, don't you think?

[Haspen]

"He is very secretive about his health lately." Merewin pokes the mash with his fork.

"Aras." He looks at the healer. "This is not a normal cough. Normal cough doesn't persist for a month. Is he hiding something... are YOU hiding something from me?"

[Caellath]

"I can certainly tell you that you should harass your father until you get a plain answer about his health. As a healer, friend, and person with a modicum of common sense, it'd be extremely rude for me to step on the toes of a father-son relationship."

[Haspen]

"I see." Merewin says, then stabs the mash with the fork, ready to eat some.

He doesn't take even a bite before he puts the fork down in the bowl, sighs, looks to the side, then at the fork, then again at the door.

"I will go ask." He says, standing up. "I won't be able to swallow anyway..." And he paces for the door, quickly leaving the dining hall.

It will be a while before he comes back, that's for sure.

[GodofGamingRWBY]

"Hm. A meal is rather dulled when the mood is so sour" Andrea commented shortly after Merewin left, shaking her head as she placed her own fork down, "I'm not one for these types of relationships, so I don't have much to say. But I certainly hope those two can reconcile before they regret not doing so."

[rustytengo]

"I can't say much of anything involving a parent-child relationship since I never had one to draw experience from, but even if the mood soured the meal you should still eat it. It would be a bigger waste if you just let it go bad." Lilinoe said as not as she took a bite of her food not looking at people as she was busy reading a bunch of papers.

[Solymr]

Markus grumbled as he ate with a frown on his face, but said nothing.

[Haspen]

It is few minutes into the meal that a young maid, hurriedly, enters the dining area and approaches the table, looking for someone--

"Ah, um, you must be... Mister Aras? The healer?" She says to Aras. "Lord Ravenkeep requests you come to his study. He seemed angry about something."

[Caellath]

Aras sighed so deeply it sounded like he was contemplating just running away to live in the woods mid-sigh.

"Yes, yes. I am on my way."

[Haspen]

"I will go back to my work then..." And the maid scurries away.


Both Merewin and Richart were waiting for Aras.

"What is Blood Cough? And why have you not done anything about it!?" The younger Ravenkeep shouts, while the older just waves dismissively at Aras, looking tired.

[Caellath]

"Please do, you don't need to get involved in any part of this." Aras said with another sigh before heading to the study.

It wasn't that surprising, really. Hadn't certain things happened to his singing career he wouldn't need to get yelled at, but he'd rather stick to this given what had happened before.

"It's a disease with no cure that gets progressively worse. And we have been doing many things about it, but all we can do is slow it down." he patiently explained.

[Haspen]

"Incurable!? We have people finding new moons, we have magicians conjuring up whatever and undead and monsters and all other strange wonders roaming the world and you wanna say something is incurable!?"

"You're being obtuse, Merewin."

"Obtuse!? I-- I don't even know what that means!"

"Being stupid." Merewin loses his breathing for a second, gawking, while Richart undergoes a coughing fit. "You know very well that you can't have everything or solve everything just because you want it. And do not yell at Aras. He has been very patient with me over the past few months. I am a terrible patient for him, I know that well."

"Then instead of heading here, you should've stayed at the capital, sought out their healers-"

"No!" Richart yells, then hacks a breath out, something that makes Merewin startled first time... in a while. "Don't you understand? If I have shown to the court that I am about to expire, do you think they would make me a noble? The fact alone that I was made a Lord in the first place is a miracle of epic proportions! If they knew, they would've given me some money, some good wishes and pushed me through the gates! Now, now however-"

"Now however you are going to die and all this will have no meaning! None at all! Definitely not for me-" Merewin's voice cracks and he turns to the wall, taking in a deep sigh, his head hanging low.

The wall makes sniffling sounds.

Richart says nothing.

"How..." Merewin finally gasps out, turning to look at Aras. "How incurable are we talking about. How many mon- year- how much time?" Merewin looks at his father, and Richart looks at Aras.

[Caellath]

"Months, maybe years if Miers is merciful. While progress cannot be completely stopped, proper care ameliorates the issue and delays the final phase." Aras explained, trying to mix in realism with reason for hope.

[Haspen]

"Months, maybe years... Gods..." Merewin shakes his head and then, with a grumbling sigh or perhaps a sighing grumble, storms out of the study, turning left and down the corridor.

Richart suffers a coughing fit. He takes a deep breath.

"You and Markus will look after him, when I'm no longer present. And the estate." Richart takes a deep breath that turns into a wheeze as a cough interrupts it in the middle.

"All this is very fragile. Although I don't think hiding one's health problems is a reason for one's noble status to be taken away. You didn't study law, did you?"

[Caellath]

"I did not. I doubt noble status is that easily revoked after being given, however. The Crown would have too many troubles otherwise."