Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

There was an interminable silence that seemed to last forever before Scarlett finally murmured, "Yes... Very odd... I'm probably mistaken." 

Yet, somewhere in her gut, she knew that she wasn't. She knew that last name, and it wasn't one that she could confuse with another for the very reason Cerei said she had to be wrong: she had never met someone else with that last name or with one similar. Plus, it was hard to forget someone that had been so conceited that she was forced to repeat it over and over again during service, which in and of itself had occurred on more than one occasion. 

She hesitated a moment, then managed a meager smile and tried to sound chipper as she said, "Maybe my mind has just been sloshed around so much with the wreck that I'm remembering wrong. Took quite a tumble, that's for sure."
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

"Do you happen to remember their first name? I may can tell you if it was another member of my family, of which there are not much." She said, placing her arms on her legs to try to keep them warm. The room was beginning to chill because the fire had gone out, but Cerei only knew it was cold. 

"Do you happen to have a spare blanket or anything?" She asked, beginning to shiver.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne 
Witherlands 

Concern washed over Scarlett's face as she noticed Cerei's shivering, and she quickly took the blanket from her bed and offered it to Cerei. Stretching a bit, she was able to reach close enough for the girl to reach out and take it as she said, "It's right in front of you. If you reach straight out, I think you can reach." 

She purposely "Forgot" Cerei's other question. She wasn't quite sure on the memory of the first name, as she had primarily called him "Master Davren," But the first name that Cerei had given as her father's sounded so familiar...
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

Cerei nodded and began to reach out, grabbing the blanket but losing balance and falling to the floor. "Fuck!" She said, holding her side. It began to ache and she felt it, feeling something warm and sticky. "Um. I... I..." She said, beginning to panic. She grabbed the blanket and held it to her side as it began to be soaked. 

"I need help!" She called out, beginning to cry as the pain amplified. A healer rushed into the room and began applying pressure to the wound.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

Scarlett automatically responded to Cerei's cry and tried to crawl out of bed herself to get to her, but the splint on her leg and the pain that washed over her when she tried to move was too great. To her relief, the healer arrived just moments later, and Scarlett flopped back into the mattress with a belabored sigh. 

"I'm sorry, Cerei," She said, her voice quivering a bit with tears. "I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have made you try to get it. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you!"
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands 

Cerei grit her teeth to force a smile through the pain as the healer wrapped her side. "I... Am fine." She said softly, sitting up. She was led back to a sofa and allowed to lie down with the blanket so the two could still speak, and was given some wine to sip on to ease the pain. 

"It was my fault. I should not have been so eager to not keep my balance." She said, before asking the healer a question. "Is there a staff of sorts I could have? I need something to be my eyes." She said, alluding to the stick she once had. She was told they were making her a long slender oak staff that would allow her to check areas in front of her without her bumping into things, which would be better than the one she previously had.