Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Large Dining Room of the Aurelia.
Okay, that was new.
I mean, sure, the cook did cook extremely well, but no one ever cried out in pain like our guests did - Dad was almost immediately on his feet, barking, in Kyrenaian: "Medical Emergency! Get me Doctor Tabalfina here!"
That spurred us into action: I was immediately at Colonel Morozov's side, looking him over, Younger Militia training kicking in - first aid. I could not make out something wrong. The others on the table were not alarmed as well, but were looking over their neighbours as well, worried expressions on their faces.
They were trained in first aid, like I was, but no one was a trained Doctor.
"Hey, hey...", I began, trying to get a response out of the man, "...what's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
It took only a minute or two for the ship's Doctor and a pair of nurses to appear.
He carried a Big Bag of Stuff with him, which would hopefully aid him in aiding them.
Nut allergy?
Of course, the first one under his attention was Adrean, the medical professional softly pushing away Fara. Dad, meanwhile, was composing a message in his head, or rather a number of messages: One began with the admission, that we might have accidentally have poisoned the Emperor of a foreign, sovereign nation... no one ever informed us about any food allergies.
A nurse softly pushed me away and I joined Dad's side.