[center]Wolff paused long enough to aim a glare and gesture tothe second floor. He really wasn't really wasn't a person who cared of others came and went, his patients he did care for. 

Which is why any bitching had no effect on him. He sighed and returned his attention to the book in his hand, his voice soft but firm as he answered. “Your staying girly, no buts or excuses. Whoever I'd waiting for you can wait, besides all three of you will heal faster if your closer anyway.” He offered absently, the medical blooms stealing most of his focus. Above Kieran shifted and winced when his muscles protested, Ryanair remained still in the center of his own bed. This wasn't the first time he'd been wounds like this, though the silver was was a double-edged sword.  Ryanair settled down and took a momentto be thankful that the Guard had taken the kids home, none if them were able to do it. 

Hours pass and soon sunlight streams through windows, the female's are up and cooking. They'd cleaned themselves as best they could, and seemed content to make breakfast. Ryanair rose from his bed and padded towards his bathroom a change of clothes in hand. The smell of food Guided him downstairs once he was finished, his hair covered by a towel. Wolff was at the table, a cup or coffee in hand. Ryanair grabbed two cups and filled them, exiting the kitchen to find Clara still in the corner. 

Seems even she couldn't refuse Healer Wolff. He offered her the cup and sipped at his own, his gaze focusing on the position where he knew Kieran’s room was. The other was in no condition to more but he did needto eat, with a sigh he spoke to the girl who'd helped them. “There's a change of clothes that belonged to Esther if you'd like to shower and change. She came prepared with clothes so if you'd like, the fourth door on the right has the clothes.” He offered with a shrug of his shoulders, he was doing this for Kieran and that was it. It also wasn't a lie, both girls had new clothed on and Ryanair knew Esther had brought extras with her. For what purpose- he bit his bottom lip and vanished the thought.

Turning to head back into the kitchen, he finished his coffee and sits down at the table. The smell of food calling him, he'd take a plate to Kieran when he was finished. he needed all the sleep he could get, healing wounds made by silver were tiresome.[/center] 

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