<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, trying to talk to Sorcha<br/>Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Autolycus watched as she took the cup, using most of it to wash her face. “More water?” He asked, gesturing to for her to give the cup back so he might fill it again. He needed to get some food in her as well, but that’d have to wait until she was feeling better.<br/><br/><em>Good</em>, she said,<em>Good… Dog?</em>He frowned. Was that some kind of promise to behave? Or was that wishful thinking on his part? He watched as she scratched more of those strange swirls into the wood of the cage and wondered it was some kind of foreign writing, and if so what was she trying to tell him? Simple things. If he wanted to understand her better, communicate with her then he should start with simple things...<br/><br/>He waited 'till she looked up from her writing, then pointed to his chest. "Autolycus," he said, slowly and clearly, then pointed to her and raised his eyebrows, questioning.