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The Facility, Dungeon

Eos watched with a wry little smirk as Taylor and Loki conversed of how best to handle him. It was always a treat to see the nobles of tommorow working under the table. Without a word the dusky skinned man accepted the key and watched Loki walk away. His gaze drifted south a bit and he couldn't suppress casting an admiring glance. Hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave... Remembering himself, Eos cast the male noble an apprasing look. He was not to blunt as to miss the subtle ploys that the nobility wove. He offered a shallow nod of gratitude and watched wordlessly as they left. It wasn't until the cat began to rub and purr again did the Hand move.

The gate slid open without a sound, suprising considering it looked rather decrepit, allowing it's captive to stride out of the cell and start toward the stairs. In another minute or so Eos was scaling the roof of one of the lower towers, the cat padding along to match his pace. The key was clenched between Eos's teeth and as he vaulted down to grasp another handhold images of the conversation held only a brief time ago surfaced in his mind. That fellow, Taylor, had been given a dose of information that may well prove fatal--and he knew it. Too much of that had been news to him. The raven-haired woman was much harder to read, yet...she recognized key parts of the tale, and was not perplexed by the mention of Amon Gregory. What exactly where they teaching princesses these days?

As the newly freed Eos landed on the cobblestones at street level, a certain cat watched from a window sill high above. He smiled and waved...then frowned, thinking himself daft for bidding farewell to a cat. Then the cloaked man proceeded to walk down the street, back to dust, grime and booze.

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District Delta

It was a laborious task, but mumbling ravings aside, it had to be done. His muscles corded as Eos hefted a shelf and all of it's contents, carefully sliding it into a corner. Once it was set down and he made sure nothing on it was broken or fallen, he sighed and went over to the center of the room to slump down in a chair. Despite it's relatively snug fit, the plain room that served as one of Delta's finest doctor's offices appeared more spacious than it had before. Shelves and cabinets lined and stacked against the walls and no clutter, no more scattered sheets of paperwork on the ground and even the bloodstains on the dining/operating table had been scrubbed out! Well, mostly.

Eos, dressed in naught but cotton breeches and an apron to cover his torso, wiped his brow with a rag and looked around. He smiled. Pretty damned good for a guy who hasn't cleaned a damned thing in three years... As if realizing it for the first time, the not-so-dirty-for-once Eos looked around and thought: I'm in someone's house...

With that thought in mind he headed towards one of the cupboards and withdrew a sack of dried fruit he'd purchased earlier. The key Loki had given him was inlaid with gold for some reason, and sold very well(after he snapped off a prong to render it useless of course). After pouring a cup of water he brought a plate of the sweet bits to the bed on which Pandora lay. He set the cup and fruits down on a nearby nightstand and knelt down to rest on his haunches, chin level with the bed. With practiced ease the man slowly raised his callused hand to poke Pandora's cheek. "Oi." Another prod. "Ooooi. Breakfast time. You didn't tear the hem of my cloak just so I would let you starve, did you? Hurry up and get better so I can stop mooching off of you..."

For the past three days or so Eos had been somewhat of a caretaker for Pan and her home, cleaning, making basic food and occassionally tending to the one patient she had admitted, Icarus. Luckily those others who came seeking help only had gashes, cuts and a couple fractures. Having a good grasp of first aid and basic survival skills, Eos was able to stitch up the wounds and place stints on damaged legs and arms. The patients regarded their substitute physician with apprehension and even fear when they recognized him. Dark eyes lost in concentration, Eos just toned it out. Still, it was a little offputting when, as they left, the families and vagabonds looked back with something approaching gratitude in their gazes. It was not something he was used to.

Since then, both Pandora and Icarus had been drifting in and out of conciousness, almost always only lucid enough to drink and eat a bit before passing out again. Eos sighed and moved away for a moment to bring the chair closer to the foot of the bed. He wondered exactly why that other man...Giak? Giacoo...something like that, why he had been so nerve-wracked about leaving the place in his hands. Eos seemed the trustworthy sort, right?