The Abbey

[Outisakanobody]

"There are worse people to make friends with." Ignis says with a nod, sitting on the man's bed and making herself comfortable.

[Kidney]

Tod turned back towards her, nodding, "Well, I have made uneasy friendships with scoundrels. Though, I'm not sure on our current status." 

He seemed sincere, although intentions were hard things to understand. He looked back towards his desk, placing a final thing within before closing the whole area up. He turned back, "Now, food is in the kitchen, tell them you're a friend of mine, they can probably cover you. Also, if you need to bathe, the bathhouses here are segregated, but very nice."

[Outisakanobody]

"Did you...invite me in just to send me away?" Ignis asked, inferring that based on what he had said to her. She wanted to clear that matter up before she did anything else.

[Kidney]

He spoke with a sense of unsuredness, he honestly didn't know. He raised a hand in surrender, then the second. "Uh, no! I'm just making sure you know where everything is!"

He looked around, perhaps cover would be near in the form of a bauble or toy. "You've confused me now..." He spoke with childlike innocence, although his chest suddenly hopped, and he realized that he may look stupid. "I'm sorry to have caused any alarm! I'm just trying to make you feel comfy, trying to give some pointers, let you know where everything is. Y'know?"

[Outisakanobody]

"I see. Perhaps I should have assumed that instead. What are your plans for right now, might I ask?" Ignis asks, wanting to at least be efficient in whatever she wss going to be doing.

[Kidney]

Tod looked around, a shrug coming off of his shoulders, his eyes narrowing on the door. "Well. I don't know." 

He looked down, another awkward shrug coming from him, twiddling his fingers.

[Vanitypirate]

Bathing, typically, was a waste of time in her full garb, which served as both a bulwark between herself and disease, but also to prevent stench from coming in, or out.
But she was absolutely caked in gore, so bathing was pertinent.

So she closed the door to the bathhouse and locked the door. She set two baths to boil, one with her clothes and medical instruments piled together to boil away the filth, and another for herself.
She dropped a small amount of lavender in her own. For purely scientific reasons, of course.

And the she slipped inside and made to wash.

[black379]

[after Hunting Party]

Adeney drifted phantom-like through the church's hallway. His red garb, stained with darker splotches earned him a few terrified looks from the abbey dwellers, but he was heedless to them. The doctor was keen, as ever, to rid himself of the foul humours from the Warrens. He meant not to leave a speck of blood on his cloak or gloves.

He wasn't following Florence, but going the same way. Though when he reached the bathhouse door it was locked. Adeney understood her want for privacy, and he might have remained silent, patient until the woman doctor was through, but he was loathe to wear Silvant's blood for another minute.

"Excuse me..." He knocked lightly on the door.

[Vanitypirate]

In hindsight, expecting people not to enter a public bath was a silly proposition.
This was like planning.

Florence looked to the door, back to her boiling equipment, and shrugged.
She departed from the bath and tracked water all the way to the door, where she unlatched the lock.
"You may bathe."

She was pasty and soft, with a sharp face, almost pudgy. Her hair was chopped short untalentedly and there was a thin scar that ran up from her navel.
"There is boiling water that you may sanitize your belongings in. And there is soap in the crate against the wall."

Florence held the door open, stepping aside. She was fairly uncomfortable, but her neutral expression did not betray the fact.

[black379]

Adeney pressed open the door, but shut it hurriedly behind him. He had not seen Florence out of her mask, let alone her robes and was startled for an instant. He only really caught the details of her face before averting his eyes to the baths.

"Thank you..." The doctor murmured, appreciative of her direction and hospitality - as though she was some sort of hostess. Looking to the crate of soaps, he pressed past the woman towards the boiling tub. He began to strip and deposit his muddied clothes into the water, even those beneath his robes though they had mostly been protected from the gore.

He was tall and thin, not quite skeletal. His skin was pale from lack of exposure, but not ghost white. Shaggy blonde hair stuck to his forehead and the nape of his neck from sweat and dirt. There were few marks on his skin, mostly new scrapes that were already reddish with infection.

"You... found Celeste."

[Vanitypirate]

"Yes." Florence answered simply, nonchalantly; even without a mask or any protective clothing, her demeanor was the same as if she had worn any: flat.
She closed the door and made to return to the bath, though she stopped and frowned at the inflamed scrapes on the other man's skin.

"Your wounds fester." She observed plainly, pointing a finger to the injuries in question.
"Have they been treated?"

[black379]

"I haven't bothered with them yet." He frowned down at his forearms. The cuts would have been mostly negligible if it weren't for the Swinefolk's putrescence.

Adeney emptied the contents of his satchel beside the tub, in order to wash it as well. He procured a small jar of ointment, but he would need more than that to cure the sepsis. His mind was still preoccupied with the blackened, oozing wound in the girl's shoulder, as if he could still somehow reverse what had happened.

"Alphonse and I thought you must have been lost. It's good you returned safely." He added with an ironic tone of contempt.

[Vanitypirate]

Irony was squandered on Florence.

"I am pleased to return uninjured as well." She nodded, approaching the bath she had set. She leaned her hands on the rim; for obvious reasons, she refused to operate on a patient without proper garb on.
He seemed to have it handled, anyway.
"I hired a man with a strangely sensitive nose to assist me."

She looked to the water and closed her eyes,
"I am pleased that you have returned with a kidnapped person of your own."
And then she dunked her whole head into the bath to more specifically wash her hair.

[black379]

Adeney knit his brow and shot Florence an aggrieved look, just as she dunked her head into the tub. It took him as long as that to realize that she was talking about Ariana. His expression fell stoic again and he set about rubbing his scars with the ointment.

Perhaps he was being selfish. Two people had yet been saved. It wasn't that just any life was lost either, Adeney knew there were dozens if not more that still suffered in those sewers.

"There was another. She was dying horribly." He left his clothes to soak in the murky water and his lanky frame clambered into a separate bath.

[Vanitypirate]

Florence drew back up from the water; her hair slumped down in wet clumps in front of her face.
"That is unfortunate." She observed wisely from behind a soaked curtain of hair.

She still had the good sense to push it back against her head for the sake of vision, and then stepped back into the bath entirely.

"Were you able to save her?"