[D8 EE] The Wounded Dragon

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

He wanted so much to kiss her, but he feared the gesture would not seem so reassuring. "It will hurt, but it will be over quickly, I promise. Sit down for me?" He stroked her hair.

[Alicent Feyther]

She nodded, sitting down in one of the chairs, taking a deep breath and bracing herself for the pain. At least she expected it and it was to help this time. She looked up at him with a determined expression. "I'm ready." From this angle, he could see a few fairly new lines of scabbing on in back, just beneath her chemise.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Grasping her arm, he braced himself and steadied the delicate woman. He began to push, increasing the pressure steadily, until it popped back into the socket with a sharp and sudden jolt. Loren suppressed a wince as the joint settled back where it belonged. He could see the scabs on her back, how could anyone..?

Running his hands down Alicent's arms, his fingers found the heat and swelling where her wrist had been twisted, not realising it was broken.

[Alicent Feyther]

She let out a short sob when the bone popped back into it's socket, a few tears falling. Then she did her best to rally again. "Thank you."

She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth. "Ah... C-careful there. Could you help me with setting and splinting that? I just need you to hold things steady," she said, gesturing to what she'd laid out when she thought she could do it on her own.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Frowning deeply, "Alicent, no. I'm taking you to the Maester. Herbert, or whatever his name is. Do you have a robe or something? Something that you don't need to fuss with too much?"

[Alicent Feyther]

"Hubert," she replied with a deep sigh. "I can't go out like this..." She paused and shook her head. She couldn't let Caim dictate what she did or didn't do. Alicent got up and sorted through what she had, pulling out a soft-looking robe of pale blue-green silk, wrapping herself and tying it carefully. It almost looked like a proper, if slightly daring dress on her. "All right... We can go."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

He pressed his lips together for a moment, "do you have a cloak? even just one for riding? If you pull that about yourself, no one will know the difference."

[Alicent Feyther]

She nodded, heading over to it and pausing. She sighed a little, hating haing to ask for help. "Could you help me with it?" She passed and bent down, retrieving the silk flowers with her good hand. It came with a wince as the bending aggravated the injuries on her back.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

"Of course," when she straightened, he tossed her cloak about her shoulders, looking into her violet eyes as he did, fastening the clasp at the throat. "Who did this to you Alicent? Please?"

[Alicent Feyther]

She looked up into his eyes and then hers dropped to the ground in shame. "It... Was my brother..." she finally admitted. "But... nothing he said to me was wrong... It was my own fault, so please..."