Gaius had just finished seeing to Lord Heatherton and was on his way back to his chambers. Lord Heatherton was a piece of work (and that was putting it mildly) and often reluctant to receive any treatment. To a certain extent, Giaus could understand this. After all, the man had found himself on the wrong end of an attempted poisoning a time or two. However, that had been years ago. There hadn't been any signs of attempted poisonings since then. Perhaps he could try slipping a few of medicines into-
Gaius suddenly stopped walking and cocked his head to the side. He could have sworn that he had heard a cry coming from someone. He listened intently, trying to pick up the sound again. A few seconds later, he found himself turning down a side corridor in search of the faint noise.
Before long, Gaius found himself crouching down beside a tearful Prince Arthur. "There, there," Gaius said as he placed his hand on the shoulder of the young prince, "What seems to be the matter?"
Using the sleeve of his shirt, Arthur attempted to wipe away the snot pouring from his nose. As he did, a single word left his lips, "Garreth."
Gaius signed, not at all surprised by Arthur's response. Garreth was Arthur's tutor. The prince's recent birthday a few weeks ago meant that he was old enough to begin receiving lessons. Since their start, Arthur and Garreth were most definitely not seeing eye to eye on things. Gaius took a few moments to think of how he should go about handling the situation.
Gaius decided that there was only one course of action to be had. He lowered himself completely to the floor and prepared himself to be there for a while. Chances are, the young prince just needed someone to talk to about things. While Uther could be a caring parent at times, he was not one to sit and listen to the feelings of others. Gaius would simply offer the lad a listening ear.
"My dear boy, tell me all about it."