07:50 PM

But the badger simply stands near the door, waiting patiently and seeming abit nervous.

"Eeeyat ta ta-dum, ta tat tat ta-dum.." An unusual sound begins to ring in the halls, pouring through the infirmary door like a bright new breeze. The doorway, previously empty, is now filled with the figure of a cream-colored hair whose face is wreathed with far too many grins for it to be healthy. A sizeable tray is firmly clamped between her paws, quite a few plates with steaming pastries set upon it. "Ah, good! Thought I heard a voice'a too in 'eyah. Breakfast is se'ved." As she steps into the room, the scent of piping hot berries wafts into the surrounding air.

With the sound of the mountain waking up, the daylight coming in over the major's cot (Doesn't have much luck, does he?) Jarril turns over and mutters as he opens a sleepy eye and closes it again and rolls onto his back.  Sniffing slightly the major's eyes open and he blinks a few times.  "Someone mentioned breakkers, wot?"

"....nothing for me." Logain looks down at the new arrival. He eyes the food for a moment. "Please be quiet...the ones here need to heal..." And the badger goes silent once more, now leaning against the wall near the door, package in paw.

Standing up, Zoe smiles to Widdie and shakes her head, "None fer me, thanks.." Then, as Jarril speaks, she blinks, turning 'round to face him. "Jarril?"

Widdie sniffs slightly at the badger's comment. "Well, pahdon me f'doin' m'job, sah." The cook's nose goes into the air, but soon descends once more as Jarril pipes up. "There, see? The wounded warriahs requestin' vittles. Touche." The doe crosses over to stop beside the Major's cot. "Good mo'nin', sah. Fresh turnovahs from th'kitchens." She sets the tray down on a stool carefully. "Will it be raspberry o' apple?"

Jarril slowly sits up and shakes his head for a moment.  "Er, yeah.  I think."  He rubs his eyes slightly and just looks confused, still half asleep.  "What am I doing lying in a cot in the infirmary?"  He looks about slowly.

Jarril looks at Widdie and smiles slightly.  "Oh such a hard choice ta make.  Can I have both?"  Trying to get two turnovers than just the usual one.

Widdie considers the hare for a moment, regarding him with a scrutinizing, narrow-eyed gaze. After a moment she pops her shoulders in a shrug and nods. "Ah, I s'pose I c'd spare an extra. Aft'r all, s'thanks t'you an' th'othah fightahs that those scoundrels were run off." She selects two of the plates, lifting them and holding them out for Jarril. "They might be a trifle 'ot, so watch'er paws, sah."

The badger looks down at his footpaws, his grip on the package abit more tighter. Logain doesn't seem to pay much heed to what is going on at the moment.

Jarril nods slowly and smiles.  "Don't know what we every do without ya, Widdie."  Taking care to take two turnovers and puts them to one side to cool down slightly.

"Er, well, ya see, Jarril..." She coughs slightly, walking over towards him. Hovering behind the cook as she ministers to the majah, she arches a brow, eyeing the turnovers. "Hmm... Mayhaps I'll take one aftah all. Apple, mayhaps? Though those raspberry do look awful good, too..." She smiles hopefully at the cook, gesturing with her good arm to her beslinged right. "Thanks t' me, too, ya know. Runnin' those scoundrels off.." Toothy grin.

"When you are fully rested, may I speak with you in private Jarril...?" Logain finally speaks out. "As well as Triss...?"

Jarril turns his head to where Zoe is and raises a brow.  "Oh?"  He turns to the badger and smiles.  "I've never felt better, actually."

Turning around, the cook beams up at Zoe and bobs her head respectfully. "Of couse, C'nel. Like I said, brought extra." Widdie reaches over and lets her paw wave over them, thinking. "Ah, here we are." She selects two plates and holds one out to Zoe. "I'll put this'n on th'table fo' ye, marm." And she does so, setting it carefully near the edge where Zoe can see it. "Anything f'you, sah?" She questions Logain.

The badger's belly rumbles and he places his free paw upon it. "No..I am fine."

"Thankee kindly, m'gel.. Best turnovahs this side o' the sea, doncha know?" Then, taking a quick glance at Jarril, she hurriedly takes a bite, as an excuse not to have to say anything, yet. Waving a paw apologetically, she pulls over a stool and sits beside the major's cot, chewing away happily, a muffled, "Good schtuff," issuing from the colonel.

Widdie wrinkles her nose at the badger. "Ah, pish tosh. Yer tum-tum disagrees with y'mouth. 'Eyah, try one o' these." She offers Logain one of the raspberry turnovers. "This'll set those two t'good terms again, I c'n guarantee, sah."

Jarril moves over and picks one of his up and tosses it about in his paws slightly and blowing on it before taking a quick bite and nodding his head of approval.  Leanding back against the pillow, he sighs slightly and takes another bite.

"Its alright...I'm fine miss..." Logain watches Widdie as he stands near the door. "I'll eat later...I have some things I need to tend to."

"I won' take no fo' an an'sah." The hare says simply, tapping her footpaw. Then, as Logain agrees, she nods her head approvingly. "Good. But y'best 'urry, as they'ah likely t'go cold." Widdie turns and looks to Jarril, beaming at his agreeable nod.

Zoe_Lang clears her throat quietly, setting down the other half of her turnover as she regards Jarril uncertainly. "Ah.. Jarril? Well, ah, ya see... there's a reason yer in the infirmary. You, ah, well, you came in here yesterday, doncha know? Remembah, for a headache?" Her eyebrows raise questioniningly.

Jarril nods slowly.  "I remember that and I also remember taking a drink as well ta try and get rid of it, wot.  Actually, two drinks and..."  The major pauses and lowers his paws down before taking another bite of his breakfast and flops his head back onto the pillow.  "Ya know, it's spiffingly unfair ta drug someone without their knowledge, doncha know."

"It was wise for them to do it Major.." Logain doesn't call Jarril...Jarril? Thats odd.

Widdie gulps slightly, turning to watch as the scene unfolds. Her ears fall back. "Ehm.. P'raps it'd be best if I popped back down to th'kitchens.." She moves back and gingerly takes up her tray. Slowly. She wantsta hear /this/.

"You know, it's spiffingly unfair for a majah who has undah his care a good few of the Long Patrol's hares t' lead them when he's absolutely not fit t', as well. In fact, it's downrigh' irresponsible." Her tone has made an all-around turn to severe, and she looks down at Jarril with a slight shake of her head, frowning.

Jarril doesn't say anything for the time being and looks away from the colonel.  "Ya wouldn't understand."  All interest in the food now vaporated from his mind, but looks about and decides to not say anything more on the matter in such a public place.

-BANG!- Just after Zoe had spoken, the tray clatters to the floor. "Oh, buttah fingahs. Bloody tray.." Widdie mutters, kneeling down to pick up the pieces of shattered plate and, sadly, a few ruined turnovers. Her ears are perked up in a manner that's both casual, and secretive. Dropping eaves? Who, her?

"Oh, aye, I wouldn't understand.. I've nevah lost hares in a patrol before, now have I?" Her gaze is piercing as she stares down at the major, and she, for one, doesn't care about any other hares, lower ranking or not, in the room. "Now, you listen, Jarril. I -know- that this is hard, and I also know that you don't want t' talk about it, but you either need t' talk about it or get on with yer life, because you aren't any good to the Long Patrol guilt-ridden and sleepless." Fortunate for Jarril, she did drop the volume of her voice a good deal. Though, well-training, gossiping ears just -might- be able to hear her.

Widdie moves her paws around this way and that, back facing the pair. La dee da, no I'm not listening in, honest! One ear lifts a little higher, brass rings in it tinkling metallically. Her eyes, were they visible, are moving from side to side, blinking now and then.

Jarril turns his head back to Zoe and frowns.  "Is that what ya think I am doing.  Wallowing in self pity."  His voice full of venom and malice, "I wanted ta go back out there and get every single one of them, no matter what.  Yes I admit ta not sleeping, I had no right ta, not after the telling off I got from our leader..."  He goes quiet and shakes his head.  "Look, I admit ta overworking again.  I suppose I just let myself get ta involved with everything, I suppose."  Slowly he leans back in his cot and shakes his head.  "Tell, me colonel.  Did ya lose eight on ya first battle patrol when ya were just made major?"

"I said nothin' of self-pity.. You don't have t' be 'wallowing in self-pity' t' be having a hard time with somethin', ya know.." Shaking her head, she sighs, "And, I don't know if it's crossed yer mind, but I was the rankin' hare on that patrol, Jarril. 'Tis at least as much my fault as it is your fault, whatevah happened out there. But me, I personally like t' blame the beast doin' the killing - them corsairs." She pauses, pointedly, giving the major a long, serious look, hoping that it'll sink into his stubborn skull. "And.. so far as m' first battle patrol? My first, I was well aware it was going t' be a battle patrol, and I was accompanied by at least two othahs. But, I still lost hares.. One, a very good friend o' mine. But regret's useless, and 'tis in the past."

Jarril nods slowly and mutters quietly as it's a whisper.  "Sorry.  I let things get ta me again, that's all."  He doesn't say anything else for a few moments and then quietly says.  "Thank ya."

Widdie, still kneeling at the floor picking pieces of plate up, goes wide-eyed. She swallows quietly, though fails to prevent her throat from making that 'gulp' sound. Ah well.

The door to the infirmary opens and a sly hare walks in, Taron looks around and then spots the Major, "Well, I guess that lad was right," he moves toward the Major and Colonel, folding his arms as he nods to the hare picking up the plate, and looks to Zoe, "Be I introoding Colonel?"

Zoe_Lang reaches out and pats Jarril lightly on the shoulder. "No thanks needed, cousin. Just, ah.. don't let it happen again?" She smiles wryly, pats his shoulder once more, and sits back, glancing over towards Taron as he walks over. "No, not intrudin' at all, Taron m'lad. Good t' see ya."

Jarril goes back to his breakfast again, the overturns cooled down enough now to scoff in the most fast fashion and in no time at all the first one vanishes.  He doesn't speak at the moment and goes at the second one now in the same famished fashion.

"Ah, here we are." Widdie says finally, standing with the tray, eyes trained on the mess. "Bother." Her eyes flick to Taron and she brightens. "Care for a turnovah, sah? I c'n fetch s'more.." She looks side-long towards Zoe and Jarril. Think camouflage..

Jarril starts to get up out of the cot and smiles.  "Well, I best get back ta things."  He says, stretching slightly, before turning his head to where the colonel is.  "Unless I don't have permission ta leave that is?"

Watching Jarril eat, Zoe picks up her other turnover, as well, eating slowly - that is, until Jarril speaks. Arching a brow, she glances up from the turnover and peers at the major skeptically for a moment. "You promise t' tone it down? Herbs c'n show up in yer food from the dining chamber too, ya know." She flashes him a half-grin, shrugging innocently.

Jarril looks about and see's Taron and then turns back to the colonel.  "Aye, I suppose ya would do that as well.  Don't worry.  I think I give some of the lower ranks a shock and pass some of the paperwork onto them.  By the way, you never said how you found out?"

Zoe_Lang gives Jarril a tight-lipped, secretive smile and shakes her head. "All sources will remain nameless, m'lad. Let's just say that I have many sets of ears, eh-wot?" Nodding, satisfied with her response, she stands up off her stool, as well. "No doubt I'll see ya later."

Jarril nods and goes past Taron and looks at him.  "Must invite ya for a drink one day."  Without saying another word, the major heads out.