Plum couldn't open her eye, but she knew very well where she was. She was too drugged up at the moment to have any real emotional reaction to her situation. Instead she focused on her surroundings, or what she could gather from her blinded position.<br/><br/>She was definitely bandaged up. She could feel the tightness of the wraps, stitches, staples...She was a real Frankenstein's monster, it seemed. If she could have sighed, she would have. As luck would have it, she could not due to the tubes that invaded her mouth and throat. "Guess I can't breathe on my own anymore, either, huh?" she thought to herself dryly.<br/><br/>She could feel chill bumps rise across her skin as the cold air seemed to cool even further. She cursed whomever didn't put the covers over her shoulders. The one thing Plum hated was being cold. The second thing Plum hated was whatever this particular situation was.<br/><br/>She had no idea where Ghost was, but she also was not worried in the slightest about if he was alive or not. For some reason she just knew that he was. She also knew that whatever reason she was in the hospital bed, it was Ghost's fault. Her memory was hazy at the moment, but she could recall fragmented moments of Ghost botching her job and flames from a wreck. She could also recall intense feelings of rage towards Ghost, though what could have caused her to be that angry escaped her memory for the moment.<br/><br/>Perhaps the thing Plum was concerned about the most was how she was going to recover from this particular bout of stupidity. And also how she was going to stay awake long enough to get someone to turn off the annoying beeping sounds of the machines around her.<br/><br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/>Kallista, for once in her life, didn't stumble as Silas dragged her into a small nook. She looked up at him with questioning eyes, but didn't have to wait long for his frowning explanation, "The way information flows like wine in the dwarven mines is atrocious, but...they must be very sure that there are no spies here for that to be the case. Which means either they simply murder anyone acting suspicious, or there are enough powerful beings here to scare off any potential spies. I am confident one or both of us can defeat any of them, but we must consider it before we make our move."<br/><br/>"We also must consider assassinating rather than outright fighting. Neither of us want that, I am sure, but I would prevent harm from coming to you or Paetra before I would face any of them in an honorable fight."<br/><br/>Kallista returned Silas' frown, "Why are you so confident that they aren't simply imbeciles? I concede that there are powerful beings here, but these slippery habits can come to light when out and about on a normal day. I doubt anything stays a secret inside or outside. If you wish caution, we shall give it. I think that you offer them too much kindness about their wits, though."<br/><br/>The two stepped back into the hall and they resumed speaking in old common, "Let us go and see this garden of theirs. I wish to know the scale of it. Surely it cannot have been made by hand, and it may be a good place to gain a foothold." Kallista wrinkled her nose some, not fond of magical or modern botanicals. It wasn't that she disliked them persey, it was more that she...loathed them.<br/><br/>Now, the gardens of their old home? The gardens Silas had created for her? Those were the only gardens she ever wanted to step foot in. She gave a wistful sigh and began to walk with Silas while day dreaming about the past.