The doctor was in her office asleep in a cot that was in the back. A medical journal on her chest as she lightly dozed. When Ayrie got close the doctor slowly opened her eyes to look at the priestess. “I’m sorry what,” she asked. When Ayrie repeated herself she hummed in the thought, then went over to Asran’s bed.
He was already getting up which made the doctor run over. She tried setting him back down to rest. “You need to lay down what in the hell are you thinking?!” Asran grimaced as he tugged a shirt on. “I’m thinking that unless Ayrie has an escort home then she’ll end up getting hurt. Or worse,” Asran said. “You have people for that you don’t have to go,” the doctor practically screamed at him. “Enough, that’s enough. I’m fine,” he snapped. Making the doctor even angrier, and she smacked him full on the face. “Listen to me! You may be the lord of Gluttony. But, that doesn’t make you impervious. You’re tired, and you’re still injured. It won’t take much to get past you, and to Ayrie. You are better off letting your demons or someone else escorting her,” she said grabbing Asran’s shoulders.
Asran growled because he hated it when the doc was right. “Damn, fine. Get me the phone,”’he said. The doctor nodded satisfactorily, and left to go grab the phone. She walked over, and presented it to him. Asran called up a guard he trusted was fast and strong enough to carry Ayrie to safety if wrath struck. With that done he sighed deeply hanging up the phone. “Damn... I’m sorry I can’t take you home myself. But, the docs right. I’m in no condition to square off against wrath if she came our way.”