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Sooraya didn't wake up for some hours after the surgery. She was confused, at first, when she did regain consciousness sometime in the middle of the night.
Kevin Ford's presence slumped in a chair, dozing, and then Guppy, helped her
place where she was. Milliways. She thought she'd seen the door during the fight, but...those last few minutes had been more than a little chaotic.
Well, if she'd needed medical attention, she could safely assume she wasn't
dead. The thought made her smile briefly. Still something left for her, though
what was ahead wasn't going to be easy.
Kevin woke, too, as she stirred. He glanced down at her, not saying anything,
but took her hand carefully in his for a second. He still wore gloves, she noted, and made a mental note to ask when he was in from. But later.

Guppy stayed overnight, and while she didn't complain, she'd been relieved to have him there. Both of them, really.
Tired, though! It was difficult to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time, if there wasn't someone talking.

(visiting/taggable post for anyone)

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Check ups are something Le Chiffre hates, but he has thankfully got into the habit of dragging himself to the Infirmary for the occasional attention to his mostly healing knee.

This visit was at least a little more eventful, as he'd spotted a patient that he'd manage to get several lingering glances at because he likes to be pry sometimes. Vague familiarity aside, he just likes to stare.

Sooraya's barely awake when Le Chiffre enters, but a minute or two after he does, she notices him across the room.
She manages a wry smile, looking back at him. For her, it's been only perhaps a week since the last time she saw him and Ryan.
"Doing all right?" she asks, her voice hoarse but clear. She indicates his knee with a vague gesture.

Once he knows she's awake, and is even spoken to, he approaches a tad closer. Still a slight limp in his step and a cane that's used more now for attention than actual need. Her voice is recognised first, even in it's current state, and the eyes were known to him too. He's not a slow person to catch onto things.

"Not as badly as you, I'd say."

"Interesting times at home," she replies, her tone matter-of-fact. "Werewolves aren't the nastiest sort of creature out there." She winces slightly as she sits up a little more.

The mere mention of werewolves is almost enough to get him grimacing, but he manages on nothing more than a distinct tightening of his jaw as he pulls up a chair for himself. "You don't seem badly equipped to deal with the issues though."

"No," she agrees with a thin smile. "I'm not bulletproof, though..." she has to pause for breath. "And, if you're wondering, could I teach you what I did against that one...I'm afraid not. The ability's one
I was born with."

He gives her a look that successfully portrays an 'apparently not' towards the lack of being bulletproof.

"Even so, it was an impressive show. Am I to assume you've had experience in werewolf culling?"

"In defending m'self...against them, somewhat. Or them against hunters. Could've gone either way." She tilts her head, scrutinizing him more closely.
"For you, how long has it been since? I went home not long after;
only a few days passed."

"Uhh.." Le Chiffre starts, before pausing heavily. To be honest he hasn't thought about it. He doesn't like to think about any of it. He just ignores the constant dull pain in his knee in favour of retreating into denial about the situation. "There's just been a full moon. First one since.. the last one."

She gives him a sharp look. "Is he still pursuing you?" she asks, frowning.
Sooraya can understand the wanting to deny only too well.
Even for X-Men, there comes a point when they just want to
crawl off somewhere and stop thinking about protecting those that, unlike Milliways patrons, tend to hate them for it.
But want or not, they don't.

His gaze drops and he shakes his head ever so slightly, "No, not that I'm aware of. But I wasn't aware of it the first time either."

Then, within moments, he seems to be waving it off in another attempt at mass denial, "I've lived my life in a state of constant paranoia, looking over my shoulder for one extra person makes little difference."

She chuckles wryly at that. "'welcome to my world'...Mm. Unless it's someone watching your back." Sooraya rubs at her eyes one-handed.
"Sorry. Still a bit out of it...I hate hospital beds. But c'est la vie."

There's a light smirk but little more, wanting off the subject of paranoia and crazy werewolves.

"Que sera, sera," he agrees vaguely, furrowing his brows with curiosity as he watches her. "What happened?"

"A fight at home," she coughs once, draws in a ragged breath. "Would you believe, body-snatching aliens? If not," or if he just doesn't want to hear it, "just say, family squabble that turned bloody. Very."

"I can almost believe it," he admits with a light attempt at a smirk, leaning forward in his chair at the cough. It's not that he feels concern, he's forgotten how to after all, but he does feel somewhat like he owes her something. Maybe he does have a conscience after all.

"Did you need anything?"

"I don't...think so, but thank you.
Just tired, mostly." She shuts her eyes for a few seconds, reopens them.

There's a nod of relief, glad to his offer wasn't taken. "Then might I suggest sleep? And then an attempt at getting out of this place and into more comfortable quarters at the soonest moment possible."

"I don't think I have much choice there," wearily. "Thank you for asking, Le Chiffre..."

["Good night. Allah's blessings go with you and yours.]" Fatigue has the
result of making her slip into her older language. Hopefully, the tone if not the words are understandable.

((fade here I think? thanks for the thread))

[ooc: Forgot to say, Guppy would have given Sooraya some antibiotics to help prevent infection from her damaged stomach, assuming this is okay with you. He'll come find her later in bar to check how she's doing.]