[center]“Drinks?” Esther asked as they moved to the [url=http://fashionretailnews.com/I/2015/11/modern-and-luxury-victorian-living-room-design-with-awesome-windows-treatment-for-interesting-victorian-living-room-interior-photo-victorian-living-room.jpg]living room[/url], Kieran grunted and was grateful when be was set on a couch. Ryanair huffed and released him to head towards the liquor area they kept in a corner, Kieran blinked and hissed when a palm met his chest. 

“I'll bandage your wounds and then leave you be.” Was all Wolff offered before his shirt was removed,   a hiss escaping his lips as something was pressed to his skin. Kieran glanced down and saw his chest for the first time, his throat working as he swallowed. His skin wasn't pale anymore, it easy red and raw-looking with blood still seeping from the wounds. A gauze pad was then trailing along the first gash, Kieran made no move to jerk away. By the time he was all bandaged up, Kieran was fighting to stay awake. A fire in the fireplace lit the room in an orange glow, Wolff moved on from him after a moment of pondering him. 

Ryanair was next to be checked on, Esther had moved to sit on the carpeted floor. Madam Isabela stood near the window, peering out with a glass in hand. Kieran blinked when he noticed Ryanair offering a glass to Clara, even as Wolff began to treat his wounds. He drifted after that, waking to hear Esther’s curses and Isabela’s soft laughter. 

Warmth was settled at his side, Kieran lolled his head to the side and found Ryanair fast asleep in a ball. He hummed softly and then allowed himself to relax and drift once more, he awoke in a dark room. He knew it was his own by the drawn-up curtains,  he shifted until he was on his side. Their house was quiet, the clock on his wall reading four AM. Knowing Wolff, he treated everyone even Clara without giving a damn about her complaints. Heat filled his body and Kieran burrowed deeper into his cool sheets, a draw back to too much silver in the bloodstream. 

It didn't just slow healing and reflexes, it left a heat that won't vanish until they were fully heeled.  Kieran stilled and allowed sleep to pull him under, Ryanair doing the same in his own room. He hadn't sustained many injuries aside from a few gashes, though he could feel the burn. Lady Esther sat in the cushioned armchair in her room and finished her fourth glass of liquor. Her eyes were heavy and closing as she tried to focus outside, she didn't realize when she slipped into sleep. Madam Isabela rolled onto her back, her eye closing as sleep pulled her under. Wolff leafed through the books around him, refusing to sleep in order to read the information within.[/center]

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