Her decision was likely a poor one, but as with many other poor decisions she had made in her life time -and she tried not to dwell on those - she had already decided, and committed herself.

She had expected some sort of interference from the people who actually worked in the hospital, but none of it came. She'd expected her card key not to work, but as with everything, it worked seamlessly. She went through doors and traversed the hospital as if she had worked in it for years, surprising herself with just how familiar she had become with the layout in such a short time. Not even the other staff gave a second glance to the obviously new nurse. It was likely a large enough hospital that not everyone knew each other.

The room in question was not hard to find. It was on the top floor, in an almost abandoned wing of the hospital, closest to the roof, where the helicopters flew patients in and out. The floor itself needed clearance, even to press the button on the elevator, but her card seamlessly allowed her that access. This was where they put the people no one discussed, and at that exact moment, it housed only one patient.

The armored guard at the door didn't give her any trouble. In fact, he acted as if he had seen her before, giving her a nod as he yawned. She entered the room quietly, but not without some sound. One lone eye turned to look at her, and the charade was most certainly up. She didn't care. The figure in the bed was enough to make her wish she hadn't come, but at the same time made her proud that she'd found the strength to do so. She wanted to cry, but tears were not going to come. She fisted her hands together in front of her, gripping one another till it almost hurt.

Then the second occupant of the room was in front of her, his one eye looking down on her without reproach. She should have known better, but she hadn't even noticed him get up, and hobble over to her. He had a cast on, and the crutch that was supposed to accompany him was missing. "Only authorized personnel are allowed here." The statement was unemotional, but she felt the slight tick of hesitation, something perhaps others would not notice. She looked past him, at the bed again, taking in every detail she could: the vacant eyes that stared at nothing, the even drone of a respirator, the long bony fingers and arms, the ugly bruises, the deep set of cheeks, and the sooty black splotches under still vibrantly colored eyes.

All too soon, the vision was over, and she was being gently escorted outside of the room. She remained silent, as the guard was ushered inside, and she was left with the other man. She still wanted to cry, but she let that thought leave her. She looked up and tried to smile, but it was difficult to do, and she imagined that she looked rather silly for trying.

"You should not be here." That one eye looked down at her, without scorn or force, but instead with curiosity.

She gave one soft bob of her head in response, before looking at him with confidence she didn't think she actually had. It was difficult to look past the eye patch, to think what lay beneath it, but she did not let that thought allow her to waver. "I should not, but I am glad that I came." The statement she would have liked to say next died on her lips. The only indication of its loss was a blink of her eyes, and the raising of her chin. "I have been able to find what you requested, though I regret the time that it has taken me. Even fulfilling such a simple request was something I knew so little about." She paused and held her hands in front of her, looking down for a half second before her eyes went back up again. "I find myself in a position to once again place myself in your capable hands. I am to spend some time on Earth, but not as myself. Your name was at the top of the list for capable, trustworthy retainers."

He blinked at her, and his head tilted just a hair to the side. "Those are kind words." She noted that he did not outright agree, and the smile that came to her face was almost a real one.

"I understand that you are quite busy, but I would be grateful if I could take some of the time that you have to spare."

"I am not as busy as you should be." This time, the smile that came to her face was real. She had not missed the slight concern in his voice. It was sometimes hard to tell, but she thought she was getting better at it, thought she had always been a fine judge of character.

"Leisure is unbecoming for a person in my position." He blinked at her, and it almost looked like amusement. She looked back at the closed door behind them, and whatever joy she felt fluttered away. "You should return." There was more she should have said, more that she wanted to say, but she did not give it voice. With Inaho, she never had to, but she knew that was no excuse. "I will return at a more appropriate time. Thank you for allowing me this."

"It is not much."

"It is not enough." She corrected. For a moment, she thought he agreed with her. "But I am thankful, and ashamed. I fear that this is one of many mistakes my decisions have led to."

Inaho's eyebrows tilted ever so slightly. "You are responsible for a planet, Seylum. He was never under your control, nor was he your responsibility."

She shook her head. "I am the Empress, everything is my responsibility."