Barracks: Aziza let out a sigh of relief as Vera came to, her hand resting on her chest as the woman gawked and recoiled from the smell of the spirits. She hadn't been sure it would work but it had been worth a try and one that seemed to have paid off. Looking over at Harry she smiled and rested her hand on his arm, squeezing it lightly. "Oh, thank heavens," she said softly. Stepping back with Harry, she stayed by his side and watched as Vera decided that she didn't need help at first but it was more than obvious the woman needed a hand. She bit her bottom lip softly as the medic singled out Mr. Drake. Oh this was going to be interesting.
Vera looked over at William, slightly clinging to the medic as he came over. About to protest again, and insist that with the medics help she could make it but the only thing that left her lips was a gasp as William swept her up into his arms. Her own arms instinctively wrapping over his shoulders to brace herself a bit better. Hearing Lauren's offer her eyes spun quickly and she nodded nervously. "Yes, of course. Please. A chaperone would be most appropriate," she sputtered out. Yes, a chaperone. It was a must. Well it really wasn't. There was a medical professional leading the way out of the room and through the courtyard that was there with her and William but one more couldn't hurt right?
Aziza watched as they left the room and turned back to Harry. "We should finish breakfast," she said before walking back over to the table and retaking her seat. There was nothing else she could do for the woman right then, though she wondered just what they would all be doing today. The thought of going back to her own home made her nervous because of everything that had happened the night before but she would eventually need a change of clothing.
Swallowing slightly Vera tried to avoid eye contact with William as he carried her. The entire ordeal of being in his arms made her feel... odd. Her face was flush, cheeks warming, her heart beat kept speeding up. Was she truly sick? She felt feverish and like she was coming down with a cold. Yes, that must have been what it was. There could be no other explanation, at least not in Vera's mind. Of course it couldn't be something else, like attraction. Granted, even if that was what it was, Vera wouldn't have known it. She had never experienced that part of life. Even though Peter had kissed her before he left for the war, she didn't feel light headed like this. Not that it was nice, it just did nothing for her so it was easy for her to mistake anything romantic as a simple case of illness.
Garden City: While Aton was making his way across the city to deliver the message to Lady Munn for Nora, Neema finished up what she needed to do and passed on other chores and duties to others in the building that worked there. She was looking forward to being out and about in the city for something other than simple errands. She felt ten years younger at just the thought of being swept up in everything going on with Lady, no Miss Kingston. Looking at the time Neema hurried her older bones up the stairs to Nora's room and rapt twice before entering slowly, she wanted to be gone before her son returned.
"Nora?" she asked softly as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Shall we be off? I was hoping to take you to a friend of mine before we do anything else. She knows far more than I do about Bastet, being a devoted follower. I thought she could maybe lend some insight to your dreams," she said as she wrapped her shawl over her head and tucked it about her shoulders.
"Oh and I wanted to invite you to dinner at my home this evening if you would like to come? Needn't worry about my son, he lives elsewhere but I would like you to meet some others in my family. Maybe do you good to be around a family dear," she added softly as she checked her small bag and then slipped it into a pocket within the folds of her dress. "Aton will be there," she said with a smile. "Anyways, do think on it. Shall we be going?"
The Road To The Museum: "Miss!" a man called out standing on the other side of one of the man windows that were open and serving foods. "You, need food, come, come!" he said excitedly. "Try this," he said offering out small piece of torn pita bread that had something on it. "It Ful! You love it, trust me!" he said with a smile as several others sat on rickety stools by his window shoveling the food in quickly.
The pita was slightly sweet but what was on it was the true gem. Fava beans coked with a variety spices including salt, pepper, cumin, and olive oil. It was rich, and had small chunks of thinly sliced meat on it. "Please try, you like, I know. Can fix you up full sized you can carry with you. Lots of Ful, good for you. Wonderful in morning, keep you going."
He seemed rather adamant about it but it didn't seem off. As if he was just excited to have a possible new customer. An assistant of sorts was there as well, younger, probably his son and no more than twelve. He was quickly scooping out more for those already there, refilling their plates as they needed more as well as glasses with some sort of white liquid that looked to be a watery milk. Coming up behind the man was a woman that looked to be the same age as he was but she was not Egyptian in the slightly. She had pale skin and bright red hair. As she spoke she carried a thick Irish accent. "You are going to scare her, stop it." Shaking her head she smiled to Mosi. "Don't worry lass, he be harmless but it is good food. Have you eaten yet?"
