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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan had been doing better, it seemed, talking with more strength and lucidity and staying awake longer at a stretch.

Not any more.

He's lying on his front again, sweat standing out on his skin, when Sinric approaches the bed, and mutters something unintelligible when Sinric touches him.

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[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal does think about it, at least partially -- holding up Sinric with one arm, he takes out one of those small devices from the future and captures a rapid sequence of pictures of those bloody footsteps, from the infirmary door to The Door; then, he snaps his fingers at a rat and points at the blood.

But as the rat comes with the bucket, he's already scooped up Sinric to carry him upstairs.

"I'll take you to my office," he announces, "as I've got everything I need to help you in there."