After he had taken him to his room, Master Gwynfor helped Ornstein to discard his armour because this turned out to be a difficult task with one arm being mostly immobile. After the Master had left, Ornstein realized that he had left his helmet, right gauntlet and weapon behind. Whatever, he could get them tomorrow. He wasn't going down that hallway another time. It was still a bit too early to go to bed so Ornstein changed in some more comfortable clothes (which took thrice the time as usual) and made himself comfy on the bed. Finally, he could take some time to relax. The injury still hurt though so he grabbed a book he had started reading hoping that it would distract him from the pain. Not long after he heard a knock on the door.

"The door is open, come in.", he called and watched how the handle was pushed down and the door slowly opened. Artorias came in, carrying the missing pieces of his armour set as well as his spear. Ciaran followed him with a plate of cookies.

"Hey, Ornstein.", Artorias started. "You forget your stuff so I thought I should bring it over. And I also brought some apology cookies. Ciaran helped me with carrying everything. How is your arm?"

"It still hurts? It only happened recently, it doesn't heal that quick. But thanks.", Ornstein answered and got up from the bed. "Just put it to the rest of my armour, Artorias."

As the wolf knight was busy putting the pieces on the ground Ciaran approached Ornstein and said: "Sorry for teasing you earlier. I am aware that this injury must hurt a lot. If you need my help don't hesitate to ask." "Thanks Ciaran, I really appreciate it.", Ornstein said and took one of the cookies from the plate. "Nice, I haven't tried these kind yet."

"I know you like to try out new things so I was trying a new recipe.", Artorias voice came from the corner. He seemed to spent an awful long time to arrange Ornstein's armour in a way that it would look good. Ciaran put the plate on the night stand while Ornstein sat down on the edge of his bed to enjoy the cookie further. "Why aren't you taking any cookies?", he asked after a short while, noticing that Artorias and Ciaran stood there rather awkwardly.

"I made them as an apology, so these are yours.", Artorias said.

"I can't even eat these all by myself. I rather share with you.", Ornstein said.

Artorias was beaming and then suddenly decided: "Then I should get us some tea."He rushed out of the room leaving Ornstein alone with Ciaran. She took a cookie of her own and then sat down on the bed next to Ornstein, eyeing his bandaged arm: "So it is a complete break?"

Ornstein nodded, then swallowed the current bite of the cookie before answering: "In the infirmary they said the ulna bone is snapped in half. They had to set it and all. That really hurt."

Ciaran started to get a fascinated look in her blue eyes: "I bet it had also bruised a lot?"

"Yes, of course.", Ornstein said, taking a new cookie.

"It's a shame you can't see it under the bandages. I would have like to see how it looked."

Ornstein gave Ciaran a wary look: "Why would you want to see something like this?" He rather had the injuries hidden away under bandages instead looking at them directly, especially when they healed they could look really repulsing.

"Oh, excuse me, I haven't explained myself.", Ciaran started. "Because of my job as an assassin I need to know about anatomy. So that I know where it is the safest to strike for a quick and clean kill. This topic started to fascinate me. I mean, think about it. When the bone snapped the veins around it got hurt too and started to bleeding and this is what we can see as a bruise. It basically shows where your body fights an inner bleeding."

Ornstein put the cookie down he had just eaten, that explanation had made him queasy. "Ciaran, please stop, I didn't want to know it in detail.", he said. "S

orry, I have been carried away.", she said. She still had this fascinated look in her eyes though.

Hoping that she wouldn't pick up this topic again, he changed the subject: "So, you helped Artorias carry everyhing? I guess he didn't came asking first, right?"

Ciaran chuckled: "You bet, it looked so funny when he tried to balance all this stuff at once. I watched him for a while before offering my help. It was just a too good sight to not to enjoy."

"I am not the slightest surprised.", Ornstein said, chuckling a bit himself at the picture of Artorias trying to balance everything. Right at this moment the wolf knight came back in with the tea and asked: "What is so funny? Did I miss something?"

"Oh, we were just talking about you.", Ciaran said. Ornstein got up to fetch three tea cups and placed them on the table. Ciaran helped the moment she realized he would only be able to carry one cup at once.

"Well, at least I am a reason to make you two happy.", Artorias said and poured the tea in the cups. "Ornstein, you don't don't put anything in yours, right? And extra sugar for you, Ciaran?" After they confirmed his assumptions, Artorias handed them the tea cups. Ornstein noticed that Artorias had put an awful lot of milk into his own cup.

The three of them spent the rest of the evening chatting about various things while enjoing the cookies and the tea. Ornstein told the story about how he met almost every important figure in the cathedral and got delayed because of that. They tried a while to figure out how Gwyndolin had been able to break their leg until Artorias pointed out how uncomfortable this topic made him. Of course, the topic of Ornstein's broken arm also came up.

"I know you said you want to continue your duties, Ornstein.", Artorias said. "And I can understand that, cause as the captain there is a lot of responsibility. But will you be able to do everything with only one arm?"

"I can take my weapon in my off hand. I should be able to continue training the silver knights or going on patrol. We don't have many threats here lately. I should be able to take it even with this injury.", Ornstein answered.

"Haven't seen you done any off-hand training lately.", Ciaran interfered. "And you can completely forget using techniques that are using both hands. And do you think engaging in fights would be good for the healing process of the break? Nobody of us would be mad if you step down for a bit."

Ornstein considered her words for a moment. She was right, it would be difficult. But he didn't want to step down. He felt that as the dragon slayer and the captain of the knights he was a symbol that should be present in Anor Londo at all times. Taking a break until the injury was completely healed would take up several weeks at last. And it wasn't like he was completely immobile with it.

"I appreciate your concern.", he finally answered. "But I want to continue to be able to tend to my duties. I am sure I can count on your help, though."

"Of course.", Ciaran said, nodding. And Artorias said: "I know what we should do. Let's get on patrol together. This way I can help you out. And you can keep track of my punishment..."

Oh yes, the ban for petting cute animals. Ornstein was thinking about if that wasn't too harsh for Artorias after all. Then he remembered that Artorias had been the one who brought him into this mess in the first place.

"That's all right with me. Let's do it like this, Artorias.", he simply said.

After that they finished the tea and the cookies and talked a bit more about things they had experienced together until Artorias pointed out how late it had become and that they all should go to sleep. After the two knights had left, Ornstein made himself ready for bed.