Dorian looked over and raised a brow before taking another sip of scotch, "Dorian. Dorian Utarian." He said, looking down towards the ground. He didn't bother adding 'Crown Prince' in front of it. He had never been one for the title compared to the rest of his family.
It was obvious Allisandra had known, as she didn't pause her stitching. Johnson, however, blinked, before slapping his knee. "Damn. And what the hell's a boy o' your status doin' bleedin' out in our wharves and bein' rescued by an assassin?"
Dorian's brows rose at the mention of assassin but he didn't comment on it. Whether that was because he was too shocked or too tired to care or he was going to ask her about it later. He shrugged as best he could, "Your guess is as good as mine…" Well, he knew why he was bleeding but everything else… no clue.
"Temporary amnesia, likely due to head trauma, or your mind's attempt at blocking out general trauma." Allisandra said, finishing up with the stitches and standing to move to his other side, to deal with the next gash.
Dorian nodded a little. It was the most likely answer and he hoped it was just temporary. If he didn't find out why he was so far from home then he might just die of curiosity. He was more worried about his family, currently. Where were they? Were they safe?
"You happen t' get the latest newspaper?" Ally spoke suddenly, a few minutes later, and looked up at Johnson as she sewed the next gash shut.
"I think I did." Johnson said, frowning as he stood. "There's that look." "What look?" "The idea one." He said, shaking his head as he started for the door. "I'll go look for it. Mack might know where it is."
Dorian looked between the two, raised a brow but not saying anything. He took another swig of the scotch, enjoying the burn, "Why do you need the paper?"
"Might have some news on…your situation." Ally said, keeping her eyes on his injuries as she dealt with them. "People love anything to do with your family."
Dorian sighed and nodded, leaning back into the couch and closing his eyes, "Yes… yes they do…" He mumbled. Honestly it was exhausting having to keep up appearances and being royal but he wasn't going to complain. He had no right.
"Okay, I'm all done here, I think." Ally said, packing things away and grabbing the now blood soaked rag as she stood. "You shouldn't bleed out any time soon." She grew quiet for a moment, before looking at him once more. "You're probably exhausted. Get some sleep while I figure things out."
"Thank-you. For helping me." Dorian said, adjusting himself on the couch into a more comfortable position. He nodded his thanks at Allisandra, sighing softly before closing his eyes. She was right, he was exhausted.
"Like I said, don't thank me yet." Allisandra said, shaking her head as she turned for the door. Gyriel fluttered from the bookshelf she'd been perched on, landing on the back of the couch and nestling down, like she was keeping watch. Ally disappeared down the hall, headed for the kitchen.
It didn't take long for the prince to fall into the oblivion that was sleep. He was mentally and physically drained so his sleep was deep and thankfully, dreamless. Even though the couch was uncomfortable he didn't wake, not for a long while.
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Allisandra had every intent of letting the Prince sleep until his body woke him up, knowing he needed the rest, but apparently, that wasn't up to her. Instead, it was up to the seven year old girl with bright red hair poking at his face and asking the thief if he was dead.
"Mack, let him sleep." Ally scolded, huffing a sigh as she was ignored by yet another finicky creature in her life. Normally, Mack would have listened to her godmother, but curiosity was a strong thing.
"He looks like he's dead. D'you see his ghost?"
It didn't take long after that for the Prince's eyes to slowly flutter open. The blinked blearily up at whoever was near by and waking him and he was inclined to tell them to piss off but then the memories came back and he realised where he was. He slowly sat himself up, rubbing at his face and looking at the little girl, "Hello there."
"He's not dead!" Mack pointed out unnecessarily, with a bright smile. "Hi! Ally said you were hurt, and that's why you were sleeping on our couch, but I thought you were dead. She didn't see your ghost though, so that usually means you aren't. Are you hungry?"
"Xvyar, Mack, let the man speak." This time, Mack listened to Ally, who looked torn between amusement and exasperation as she shook her head. "You sleep well?" She asked, looking to Dorian.
Dorian couldn't help but smile at the girl, Mack. She reminded him of his own sisters, they were exactly the same. The small faltered for a moment but only for a second, "Well, as you can see I'm not dead, I'm still breathing which is good. And yes, I am a little hungry."
"Good! C'mon then, Ally made this thing called stir fry with vegetables and rice and stuff, and it's really good!" Mack said, grabbing Dorian's hand to try and tug him to his feet. "Dad can't cook at all, so it's always fun when Ally comes over. She even lets me help! Oh! My name's Mack, what's yours?" Ally snorted, already starting for the door, with Gyriel on her shoulder.
Dorian chuckled softly, looking from Mack to Ally then back to Mack, "I'm looking forward to it." He said, carefully getting to his feet. He held back a groan, keeping up his smile.
"Kitchen's not too far, don't worry." Ally called, shooting a sympathetic look over her shoulder. Mack continued to blabber on about everything and nothing as she tugged Dorian along, at a quick pace, but apparently aware that because he was hurt, she should be careful. Ally had been right, the kitchen was only a little ways down the hallway, and the only room not as big a mess as the rest of the house.
Dorian looked around the small kitchen before focusing back on Mack. He nodded along to what she was saying, listening to her ramble. Yes, yes she really did remind him of Charlotte and Isabelle, maybe a little more energetic but basically the same.
Ally headed for the stove as Mack pulled Dorian to the small dining table, instructing him to sit in the middle of a sentence before continuing easily. Ally dished up two plates of food, seemingly focused on the task. Occasionally, her eyes would flicker to Mack, betraying the fact that she was listening to everything the girl said.
Dorian did as he was instructed, sitting down at the table while not taking his eyes off of the little girl. He rested his head in his hand, now starting to contribute some of his own ideas to what Mack was saying. His smile grew with every second and he didn't even notice.