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"Good morning, Taxon." Crisp British diction and smooth French enunciation and it must be the Countess of Gatas, sober in dark, deep blue and holding a china teacup in both hands as she sits down at her husband's desk, dwarfed by the masculine surroundings designed for a man much, much larger than she is but soothed by the authority of it.

Some few days have passed since the bomb threat, and as the city returns to an equilibrium it seems to her eye that there's no time to waste. She sips her tea as she briefly scans the notes she's had transcribed, and then begins. "My name is Lady Petrana, and I am the Countess of Gatas. The Doctor is presently incarcerated in the Alcione dungeons of my home. We have been poorly organized here in the city, and to my eye we're now paying for it. First of all I propose that those of you most closely involved with the capture of the Doctor meet with me here at Gatas; I am his jailer and I'd appreciate being kept aware of how we will continue to handle this matter. Some of you may have seen the gates of Gatas open in the past- they are now closed. They will remain so. Visitors who are not expected will not be permitted within the grounds without a very good reason until such time as I am no longer acting as prison mistress."

A beat passes; Petra takes another sip of tea.

"A committee of some sort seems to be our best - if not our only - option, but to begin with it may be easiest to meet with those involved in smaller groups. I greatly, greatly admire how well we've all pulled together for this, but with so many involved we'll be better served having some sense of organization before we attempt to wargame the situation."

In closing, Petra looks directly at the tablet and smiles radiantly. "I am so proud of you all. The feats of bravery, kindness and keen intellect on that day are well worthy of the knights that I have given my loyalty and love; I can pay no higher compliment. Thank you."

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...a vivid image. Petra isn't a stranger to blood, injury - even death - but that is something wholly outside of her experience and despite herself she stares at first, taken aback.

"I do see," she says eventually in a slightly higher voice than before, pulling her eyes away from the wound. "I don't imagine I understand, but I'll make allowances for your needs if you find yourself on the sickbed."

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"Thank you. I don't enjoy shocking people," he says softly while putting his armour back in place. "But it is a difficult thing to explain and harder still for people to accept unless they've seen."

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"I expect so. Do you have any specific requests of me now, Master Doul, or is there any matter that still requires clarification...?" It's not an implied dismissal, she'd just really like to have one thing today properly handled so she can set it aside and keep working.

Processing what she just saw on his side will take her some time, and she suspects that now is not the best moment to take it. (There's never a best moment.)

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"No, Lady, there is not. Is there anything else I can do for you?" With the last of his stays in place and scabbard reattached, he looks much the same as he always does -- impassive and more than slightly dangerous.

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Flattening her palm on the paper in front of her, Petra shakes her head. "Please see that one of my handmaidens is fetched here."

That is a dismissal.