The halls of Kingshelm were somewhere that medical staff was rarely found. The business conducted with in its walls either fell under bureaucracy or social event, neither of which you’d want a Mednin were involved with in an official capacity. The Inuzuka looked around with wonder as she took in the craftsmanship as she slipped through the doors. It was simple and yet beautiful in a regal manner; fit to pay tribute to the One King. Her footfalls were as soundless as her companions as they made their way towards the effigy in the centre of the entrance hall and bowed low in respect to the man who had led their ancestors. There was always a place in the world for inspired men and it was responsibility of those men to lead the people.
Her heart was pounding as she wandered the halls, allowing her nose to guide her to the rooms where she needed to be. For a moment it was difficult to distinguish the exact path to take and had to double back when she realized that the Steward had been in these rooms earlier but had since moved on. Her eyes would dart down hallways before rounding corners, ensuring that she wouldn’t encounter anyone else as she wasn’t entirely certain she was supposed to be there. Stopping in front of smallish office, CuRua sniffed under the door and confirmed her assessment; he was here. Slender fingers curled into a fist and gently rapped on the door causing it to swing open enough for her to peek in and spot Sousuke at a desk, leafing through papers.
Hallo Sousuke… I brought you food. I’m sorry if I’m interrupting. I can leave quickly if that’s best. I just know you get busy with work and forget to eat.
Slipping into the room, she would close the door in the same unlatched position she had found it in before crossing to stand at his desk. Holding up a small bag containing a cylinder of chicken vegetable soup and a ham sandwich, she would offer it to the Steward with a smile and outstretched arms. Chewing her lip a little, she would feel her cheeks alight and betray her nervousness. She had always made sure to arrange to meet the Steward when he was not conducting his business but she hadn’t seen him since the Christmas party… well… outside of having to perform surgery in the middle of a double shift. She hated to admit the weakness that compelled her actions but she had missed him.
Her heart was pounding as she wandered the halls, allowing her nose to guide her to the rooms where she needed to be. For a moment it was difficult to distinguish the exact path to take and had to double back when she realized that the Steward had been in these rooms earlier but had since moved on. Her eyes would dart down hallways before rounding corners, ensuring that she wouldn’t encounter anyone else as she wasn’t entirely certain she was supposed to be there. Stopping in front of smallish office, CuRua sniffed under the door and confirmed her assessment; he was here. Slender fingers curled into a fist and gently rapped on the door causing it to swing open enough for her to peek in and spot Sousuke at a desk, leafing through papers.
Hallo Sousuke… I brought you food. I’m sorry if I’m interrupting. I can leave quickly if that’s best. I just know you get busy with work and forget to eat.
Slipping into the room, she would close the door in the same unlatched position she had found it in before crossing to stand at his desk. Holding up a small bag containing a cylinder of chicken vegetable soup and a ham sandwich, she would offer it to the Steward with a smile and outstretched arms. Chewing her lip a little, she would feel her cheeks alight and betray her nervousness. She had always made sure to arrange to meet the Steward when he was not conducting his business but she hadn’t seen him since the Christmas party… well… outside of having to perform surgery in the middle of a double shift. She hated to admit the weakness that compelled her actions but she had missed him.