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A relatively quiet, sullen, and somewhat sick-looking elven woman checks herself in. One could miss her presence completely except for the feathers coating various points of her skin that cause her to stand out a bit. She simply speaks with the priestess out front, then moves off as if she'd been there before, finding a spot to lay and wait. It doesn't seem as if she is making any move to hide her visit from the priestesses she'll speak with, but speaks to no one else -save for few stops before finding her own place to settle.

//Feel free to respond if someone wants to try and see Gabby or what not. I just needed somewhere to put her for the time being.

On the morning of Nevaeh's release, she visits this patient and talks for a while. It's presumably light chatter, whatever Gabby would want to talk about, while Nevaeh rubbed points of discomfort on her own body. She doesn't stay for too long, so Gabby could have her rest. Some candles and incense are left behind.

Gabby is thankful for the company, chatting with Nevaeh lightly. Once she leaves, Gabby lights one of the candles and watches it as she falls asleep again, alone in her little corner bed.

Gabby is seen out and about the temple briefly, walking with Glorie Reson, a blond woman in the red robes of the Salandran Clerics. She disappears into one of the wards, followed by a certain violet-hued cleric.

When both have left, Gabby makes her way back to the little corner of the Salandran Recovery Wing she'd been staying in. She doesn't make it to actually sit in the bed, but drops next to it. She puts her forehead against it and stays that way, occasionally shaking with silent sobs.

A quiet bloke sulks around the temple-grounds this evening with no apparent goal or mission in mind. He cannot help but to notice any and all newcomers, and with renewed spirit and curiosity he follows her around for a brief time. That is until she goes to her own quarters and succumbs to her inner turmoil. Bloodshot eyes gaze with compassion, but only a compassion of thought, not by action. He soon slinks away to give her privacy

..I wonder what's wrong with it..

The resident elven female patient is seen wandering around with one of the resident clerics. A little journal is often seen in her hands if she is outside, writing in it when she's in bed. She still seems to not talk to anyone except the few visitor's she's had.

Today, a bouquet of yellow daffodils in a vase is sent to the Salandran Temple for Gabby, accompanied by some warm vanilla scented candles. There is a small note attached wishing Gabby well, and both apologizing for not delivering the flowers in person and promising a visit soon. Ish. Naturally, it is signed by Nevaeh.

Xal finds out and suddenly a wax model of a phallus turns up next to her bed. A note is beside it.

"We couldn't find Atuil, so we decided his tool would likely be a better gift anyway. Get well soon.

-The Band"

The flowers are personally arranged, the candles lit, and Gabby seems to be a happy camper (as happy as she can be, anyway) ... of course, hiding the awkward wax 'figure' so she doesn't have to explain to her overseeing priestess later.

Notified by the nurse on duty that Gabby had stepped out for a moment to wander the grounds, Old Malcolm leaves the gifts of a large bouquet of assorted flowers, an action-packed naval painting, and a note written on the back of one of his business cards reading:

Get well soon now. That "band" needs someone with some sense to watch them.

Tuomas joins Gabby in another bed within the Recovery area, having been requested to do so by Nevaeh to fully and properly recover from the most recent excaberation and the prior injuries. After some brief treatment aid from Glorie, he falls aslumber , quietly in thought.

The elf is seen a bit perkier, despite her red and feverish cheeks. A little bag of shells sits next to her as she uses them to make little necklaces and bracelets with leather out of them. Two larger conch shells are sitting on the little table with her gifted candles, which she occasionally picks up and puts to her ear.

A small custom made mug and book seem to have joined Tuomas' possessions alongside Conch shells and some other items.

He seems to be continually contemplative but otherwise, in generally good spirits.

And a certain wax sculpture no longer rests under Gabby's bed, instead sitting proudly on a shelf in a small South Cordor home, like some sort of trophy.

After waking in the Salandran Temple, Tuomas seemed quietly thoughtful, taking a few brief notes down:

~.. Sympathy.. a connection between Arcanist, and Subject.. some cases of this are close and some vast as the distance between here and Lantan. ~ Tuomas began his thought, taking notes to himself quietly.

~... How is the need for Sympathy bridged when a Caster cannot be close to his subject? Physical contact with an article close to them.. a bit of hair.. a piece of the subject? What if it is not viable to such? There is implication in various study to suggest alternatives.. and the source I would trust greatly though.. I would seek my own path first, if possible. ~ he seems to think as he writes notes in one of his usual notebooks.

Though Tuomas did check himself out, he did make sure to note before leaving if Gabby was still staying there for the time being planning to visit if she was.

Tuomas checked by to see if Gabby was about, in the meantime searching the area around his bed for something. Eventually, after a short while of searching he palmed his face and murmured to himself.

The gold-maned elf seems to have made herself scarce in the temple. Her things remain, but she seems to be attempting to hide...

Sister Nim'ethal hears about the new patient in the recovery wing and checks condition when she's asleep, making notes to go to the more senior Salandran priests. She quietly watches the comings and goings of a little gnome Tuomas as he portals in and out from the temple daily.

The aasimar seems to have all but disappeared from the temple. When the priestesses are asked, no one seems to have seen her leave - or given her permission to. Her things are all missing, including the little candles kept near her bed and the journal she was constantly seen writing in. It seems she decided to check herself out.

*a red haired elven female who wears a symbol of Sune checks late into the Salandran Temple, along with a black haired elven female who refuses to leave the red haired elf's side and who clearly needs treatment in the mental ward*

Those around the temple would have seen a small female drow being taken into the temple, unconscious and looking altogether, not well. Taken to the recovery wing she simply remains led in the bed in fevered state for the time being.

The little aasimar can be seen in temple grounds ago, having been carried in by a surly-looking Idan Twitterleaf.

She speaks to no one, save to say she just 'wants a priestess so she can get the hells back out' as it appears the male elf has no intention of letting her leave until that moment.

The small drowess can still be seen around the temple, rarely moving from the confines of her bed with only brief moments of lucidity coming to her. Her condition does remain stable though, but it seems as if she has little fight left within her. The moments where she is concious, she mutters only in her native tongue, tightly clinging onto whomever happens to be visiting or speaking to her.

It doesn't take long for the aasimar to disappear again. A drow priestess is seen with her, disappearing for several hours before the priestess is seen leaving, the patient leave a few days later. Whatever occurred, the elven girl seems to have everything with her and is lead out later.

Elrien, having stopped in to get healing supplies to aid the people of Caraigh and the Dawnguard with them, seems to get hung up, for a few hours.

Now the doctor has become the patient. Elrien, fresh off the battlefield that is Ceyren's Mill, ports in one evening. She's battered, beaten and bloody, and in heavy labour.

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