This sucks (open)

[Leon]

Chris would leave Blake's room.

Sai however would be sniffing the air before his head turned to focus on her. He would rush over and speak.

"Bailey Blake."

If she acknowledged him.

"I am Sai a warrior of Sixty Three. Elder Blake Oleander has need of your assistance."

He would bow waiting for her response.

[Bailey Oleander]

Is it sad the sniffing wasn't even that unusual to her at this point?

"Yes?" Looking up as someone addressed her by name, Bailey's focus immediately went to the young man in garb that looked familiar. She stood up, pushing herself in a rush as he came at her, something important clearly on his mind. And that something was made obvious very quickly, the pieces falling into place with the mention of Territory 63 and ---

Wait, what?

"Elder? Blake?" She blinked and straightened, automatically responding to a title of authority even with her wide-eyed surprise. This made no sense. He had been exiled in 63, and she alongside him. So how had this happened?

"Is he alright? What happened?"

[Leon]

"He is finally conscious. Wounded in the final battle with the Elders alongside many people from 63. He is in the dignitary wing ICU currently and has political matters he wishes to discuss with you."

Sai would rise from his bow and look her in the eyes. Waiting for her to agree before he would take her to him.

[Blake Oleander]

Blake leaned back down, his hand still resting on the bed as he let out another long sigh. He didn't know how he was going to do this. He wasn't an Elder. He was a soldier. He'd never lead anyone in anything outside of a battle.

[Bailey Oleander]

He was finally conscious?! What had happened in the last week, if that?! She sucked in a breath, thankful that Sai was willing to elaborate a little more instead of her pressing. Elder. A dignitary mission. Oh my.

"I understand." Nodding, she would sweep up the maps and papers, folding them neatly and rapidly and tucking it beside her. "Lead the way."

[Leon]

Sai would lead the way to Blake's room!

[Blake Oleander]

Blake would still be laying in bed with the sword on his lap by the time they arrived.

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey follows and stops just inside the doorway as Sai reveals Blake's room to her. She noted the physical exhaustion on his face that came with battle, and more. The sword on his side, and the air of distress.

"Blake?" She took a step forward but otherwise waited for him to respond. He was the Elder, and dignitary now after all. He wasn't just her partner, though she'd have waited for his okay anyway.

[Blake Oleander]

With effort and strain, his face twisting as his rib poked at his lung again he'd straighten up.

"Enter."

He'd stare her down as he normally did, though his face was considerably paler than the last time she saw him. Days of being out cold and not eating left his cheeks just slightly hollow and his eyes were dark with bags. If she was observant she would likely notice that one of his hands was missing, and there seemed to be only one lump for a leg under his blanket.

"I'm surprised you returned to Cabal."

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey would nod to Sai before entering, letting the door close behind her as she entered. He seemed quiet still, but pale and unwell. Given what she had been told, Bailey couldn't say she was surprised. The missing hand was easier to see than the leg at first due to the blanket, but she took stock of him nonetheless as she stepped forward, her expression softening and turning sad as she stood to the side.

"I thought about going home, to be honest." She shook her head. "But I have unfinished business here. I need to finish what I started."

[Blake Oleander]

"Getting stronger."

He said.

For her people.

[Bailey Oleander]

"That's one reason, yes." She nodded at the implication, pausing before she continued. "You're probably going to be sick of hearing this very soon, but how are you feeling?"

[Blake Oleander]

"Like I was dragged through hell and shoved back into my body."

[Bailey Oleander]

There was a moment of silence as Bailey tried to think of some way to work with what she was given, nodding as her volume lowered.

"Sai told me you had been wounded in battle." And here she'd been worried about him being self destructive, of Blake unleashing his rage at his second exile on his enemies. Now it sounded like things had gone worse than she might have though. She wasn't even sure if he'd want to talk or if she should press, considering he'd just woken up.

"I'm sorry, Blake."

[Blake Oleander]

"Such is the nature of war and battle. It is not as clean as songs and stories make them out to be."

Let it be an example to her.