[IRP] As Firm as a Mountain

[Lavi]

A loud noise jolted Cecily awake. Exhaustion and nausea still weighed her limbs down, so she settled with just laying on the bed for the moment. The noble gave a loud sigh and waited. No response: Theodore is not here.

Her grip tightened on the corners of her bed sheets as she considered the worst. If Theodore is dead, there is no one left to look after her. With Lausian assassins on the loose within Bern, she would have no chance of survival without benefactors. Bern won't harbor her: that would be the equivalent to recognizing Lycia's problems and taking a stance against the fledgling empire. However, she may be able to force Bern's hand.

Cecily took a deep breath and slowly forced herself into a sitting position, leaning against the headboard. A quick scan of the room indicated that there is nothing to write with.

"Hello?" her voice was raspy and weak. No response. She could hear voices from behind the closed door, including what seemed to be Satsu-something, but she presumed that they couldn't hear her.

Instead of trying again, she looked around the room again, spying a tray, presumably used by the one who treated her, as it carried several bottles. After placing the bottles at her bed side, she threw the tray at the door and reveled in the ruckus she caused.

Within seconds, an older man opened the door. Someone that Satsu-something knows, she presumed. He took one glance at the tray at the door and gave her a questioning gaze.

"Pen, ink, and multiple sheets of parchment please," she told him, giving him a stern (if weary) look. Cecily will not take any answer other than "yes."