The Storyteller
Outside the Aquo Building
Virgil looked at her, his eyes tilting a bit. He squirreled out of her blankets, before getting a larger pen and a piece of paper. He pulled out his notepad and scribbled down, "write", "letter" "to." He then sat down, looking at her a bit. The letter was nicely made, fine paper. He also put a small pad underneath so she could press into the paper.Luminesa wrote:Saleon wrote:Virgil looked at her scribbles on paper, turning his head a little. He scratched his head, before flipping the pages up until he was actually back at his last 3 words, "Endearing", "found", "you." Virgil then flipped pages forwards to the end, leading him to write a couple more things, "no", "find", "unlikeable." He pulled out a small smile, hoping she would perk up. The girl did seem to take things the wrong way a lot. Fortunately, Virgil was apparently a therapist. Or maybe he was just the type to note the shifts in facial expression.
Virgil then jumped down and on to the rim of the bed, then back to the side of Ambrosia. He moved over, patting her cheek in a kind old sage's manner.
“Professor Stradt! What exactly happened here?” Cecily inquired.
Amanda turned over, her head rolling over to see the nurse's face. "Don't worry, she just needs a small rest. She overheated while training. She just needs a cup of water and a bit of a nap."
“...’Found’...’endearing’...So what you’re saying is...he actually...found me endearing?” Ambrosia blinked, as she read Virgil’s words, and then re-read them. Her eyes were large with shock, as she realized that in her mind she had gravely misunderstood Oliver. He did not dislike her-he just did not know her very well. She blushed brightly, and wished she could call for Oliver. However, he was gone, and she was too weak to get out of bed to go find him. Sighing at her bad luck, she felt glad that Virgil was with her to comfort her. “...Thank you Virgil...Could you...maybe message him and tell him that I’m sorry?” she inquired. She knew that if anyone could hunt him down, that the little mystical mouse could find him. “...Also...um...can you...tell him...I find him nice?...Um...” She did not want to come across as too bold, but she wanted to be honest. She eyed Professor Stradt, uncertain as to what to do.
Amanda then wheeled over, a grinning smile as she noticed Ambrosia ruffling a bit. She then turned to Cecilia, not to arousing suspicion, "how has the infirmary been?