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This is where the most dangerous patients are locked up. They rarely get out and when they do they are either sedated or inhibited from acting out on their twisted wishes. The two biggest cells in this area belong to Cheshire and Aldric.
Aldric was quiet as the two appeared in his cell, quite literally next to his bed-side as he laid there. He opened his eyes, an amber glow filling them as he looked over his shoulder at the intruders. However, upon seeing who was there, the Amber faded to his naturally occurring Jade iris's, which took in the looks of Vitas and Scarlette calmly as he slowly sat up, broad shoulders flexing gently under the rags they passed as a shirt they gave him in this asylum, or at least after a recent panic attack what was left of the shirt they gave him. It wasn't that bad, but the shirt was dirty with what could only be assumed as blood as he had tried to touch the bars in his panic, the burning and bleeding of his hand snapping him back to reality.
He turned towards them, huffing in greeting, his cheeks puffing out as he did so, a low, non-threatening growl echoing from his throat. His nostrils flared, however, and he caught the scent of the fresh meat that Vitas had snuck into his diet. It was cooked, too, rare, but cooked. He took up the fork and knife he was given, not sharp enough to cause damage, but then he was strong enough that it didn't matter. Poking at the meat to verify that it was real, Aldric would at first be hesitant, but then would quickly cut it up into large, but manageable chunks, and scarf it and the rest of the meal down quickly but neatly, not making a mess.
Aldric's eyes moved to look at the women before him as he finished, leaning back against the wall. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked with a calm, almost monotone voice.