* 73 * 1/19/13
That night, the Keep was quiet. Much quieter than usual, even. In the main hall, you could hear a pin drop.
But you couldn't hear Bishop. He made his way over to the medical room Lily was currently housed in, slipping inside and closing the door. But still, he didn't look at her.
"Hey," he said after a few moments.
No response. She was asleep.
Bishop came closer and sighed impatiently. He sat on the side edge of the bed, facing away from her.
"You were really stupid yesterday."
Despite the silence, Bishop could see Lily scowling at him in his head.
Slowly and curiously, Bishop looked at her. He was dismayed to see her skin was lightly tinted blue, though that particular color seemed to be going away. Her face was expressionless. He'd call it peaceful, but it really wasn't; just blank.
He placed his hand on her arm. Her skin was cold to the touch. He brought his hand very slowly upward against her skin a few centimeters, then retracted it, feeling conflicted. For the next few minutes, he occasionally looked into her face and equally occasionally looked at the ground.
Finally, he reached behind him and took an arrow out of his quiver, its greenish feathery outline barely visible in the dim light of the room. He set it against a corner and left.
She'd know he'd been here.