[center]Keiran awoke with a snarl. 

His eyes snapping open and meeting the canopy above his four-poster bed. His body [i]ached[/i] and the trail of fire that filled his veins, had him reluctant to move. He had to however when no noticed a foul stench in the air, apparently Healer, hadn't don't his job fully. Kieran rolled his stiff shoulders and bit back a hiss the movement caused, before slowly sitting up. The world spun and he had to grip the sheets so he wouldn't topple over, his eyes squeezed shut. 

Silver was a bitch. 

With more effort for this time in the morning, Kieran rose to his feet. He kept his balance with a hand on one of the bed posts, his gaze sweeping down and taking in his appearance. He'd been left in his trousers, his shirt as well a his socks and boots missing. With a sigh, the elder vampire made his way to his bathroom. Turning the warm water on he stepped under the spray, his eyes closing at the scalding water that ran down his face. 

Ryanair’s patience was thin. His eyes focused on where Esther sat, her legs crossed and attention focused on Madam Isabela. The blonde noble hadn't stopped talking about Kieran since the food has been served,  the blonde male was surprised Wolff hadn't intervened already. 

Then again the Healer had finally drifted to sleep after a cup of coffee and a plate of food. A particular giggle has Ryanair gritting his teeth and twirling his fork between his fingers, he needed to shut up. “Like hell are you going to his room and checking on him” He bit out as the last few moments of the conversation reached his ears, both women turned to him at once. Isabela looked amused if not slightly bored, Esther looked annoyed. 

“Why not? I'd only to check and then return here-” She began with a huff, Ryanair cut her off with a snort and a wave of his hand. He knew her motives, Isabela chuckled softly and sipped at her coffee. 

“We know you wouldn't. You ogle him before trying to touch his skin, really this obsession you have with him isn't healthy. “ She chided with a frown on her face, Ryanair could have kissed her. Esther bristled and slammed her cup down on the table, the fledgling felt bad for both objects as the blonde girl rose to her feet. 

“It's no obsession! I will marry him!-” Her words fell silent as a pair of footsteps descended the stairs, Ryanair perked up at the sound. Kieran entered a moment later, his tired eyes taking them all in. He moved forward and sat heavily in the seat beside Ryanair and across from Isabela, Esther was still and seemed to be holding her breath. 

“I've told you time and time again, I'll not marry you. You've been my friend for years, and this sudden change in mood these past few months has really tested my limits. We'll be friends and only that--oh thanks you Gran.” He murmured softly as an plate was set before him, Ryanair setting down a cup of coffee. His eyes felt heavy, and his hand shook as he moved it to grab the fork Isabela had placed beside his eggs. He pondered on where Wolff had gone for only a moment, before devouring his food. 

Esther remained completely still in her seat. It hadn't been a lie they'd been friends for years and her sudden shift to worship him had taken a toll. Maybe now she'd go back to normal, he missed his snarky best friend.[/center] [@earlymorninstar]