Harry Walsh
Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks
Smiling softly as he helped Aziza gather her breakfast, the earlier spat began to shift away from his mind as he relaxed once again. That was until he heard her bring up the dream again. Images from it came back to him, broken, split up, but keeping the major details clear as day. He sighed softly as she spoke up, he nodded slowly as she whispered softly, nodding. "I uh... Had the same dream." He sighed, it still felt strange, sharing dreams as if they'd all been sitting in the same theatre. Reaching up, he gently took her hand and offered it a soft, comforting squeeze as he stood with her.
"We can talk about it later, you should have something to eat." He smiled softly, eyes locked with hers for a moment or two as he stood with his fingers laced with hers, turning his gaze back toward the table as he looked over those present. He could see that William seemed to have arrived, and Peter and Vera had both come back in now. Glancing back to Aziza, he gave her another gentle smile. "Cmon, you should eat." He said, heading back toward the table, trying to save any discussion of the dream for later, he preferred to just savour what was for now, a comfortable morning.
William Drake
Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks
Moving into the mess hall, William glanced around before he set eyes upon the Lord Major and all the others, it seemed that it hadn't just been Vera who had come to the barracks that night, rather unexpectedly, everyone was there. William couldn't help but assume there must have been something he had clearly missed the night before. Sighing, he moved over toward the table and cleared his throat, giving everyone present a nod. "Morning, I wasn't expecting quite the get-together." He chuckled softly as he moved to take a seat, trying to hide his own distaste.
His anger at that point had more or less faded, it was shifting now into a general discomfort, soon enough as he sat there, and even more so when Vera and Peter came into the room, he looked just as ill as Vera did. He didn't want to feel this way, part of William wanted to be happy for her, Vera was a marvelous women, completely deserving of someone as wonderful and proper as Peter, even if William had to stop himself from shuddering at the thought. He sighed again, just trying to ignore it all as well as he could, though William just could not help but feel sick.