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The silence that filled the room as Rabastan was presumably considering their plan of action was starting to get to Moira and she all too suddenly became aware of just what was going on and the consequences of it. This might have been a normal day for her husband (or at least a normal day before seven when he was expected to be home if she was) but for a woman who had played by the rules for the majority of her life, this was altogether foreign. Sure, she'd participated in minor acts of unlawfulness but breaking her husband out of a hospital when he obviously needed treatment but would undoubtedly be arrested if he got it was previously thought to be beyond her. She could feel her pulse thumping in her fingertips as she twisted the soft gold chain of her necklace and she wouldn't have been surprised if Rabastan could hear her heart beating because she was sure she could. If she refused to help him escape, demanding instead that he needed treatment then she would save herself from a lot of potential drama and/or a ruined career. But if she did leave him then it would be safe to say not just his career would be at stake, but his life. She really did resent him for putting her in this situation--compromising the reputation and success she'd established on her own--but the pity she felt for him currently outweighed her anger. And anyways, he already knew he'd be making it up to her. Instinctively she moved to help him as Rabastan attempted to sit up but there wasn't much she could do so she settled for just resting her hand on his arm as he adjusted to the new position, the pain simply smeared on his face. She rolled her eyes ever so slightly as he nodded over at the table, not particularly impressed by how he tried to mask the pain or whatever he was doing to maybe distract himself...but he was a man afterall and the whole species seemed to think they were above such frailty. She rolled the table over to him, apologizing as she had to jostle the hinges a bit to get it to move and accidentally whacked his knee. She looked around for his own effects as he began to write, extremely curious as to what he could possibly be writing but not pestering him since it was obviously taking quite a bit of energy for him to do it at all. She found his clothing, the sight of blood on his wrinkled and still moist collar making her cringe. His dark robes were missing but they were probably taken to be cleaned. She heard the distinctive sound of the last clicks of the tip of the quill and moved back over to him, forgetting her purpose of finding his wand as well as his clothes. "We need to owl that as soon as possible," She took the letter and removed her wand from the sinched pocket of her dress. "Ra-" she began as she saw the letters that formed the name of the person she least wanted to be seeing that evening. "...Don't worry, I have told her it is for a consultation on something minor only, she shouldn't try and get involved." Smiling slightly she sealed the parchment. "We also need to get eighty galleons to a man named Louis Yaxley," Normally quite a bit of anger would've been surging through her at this proposterous idea he was proposing since it was her money they'd be using and he knew it too if the way he was avoiding eye contact with her was anything to go by, but perhaps it was some sort of maternal thing or just an instinct as his wife that kept her from exploding on him with a tirade of lectures about it being her hard earned money and he couldn't just abuse the financial inequality between them. Instead she placed her hand on his back, her fingertips smoothing across the bareskin everso gently as she made to memorize the name of the man. "I'd suggest owling him and requesting a meeting somewhere relatively public, I don't particularly care for the idea of you venturing within ten miles of the Manticore." But if they were going to be using her money she needed to know why and she wasn't going to wait until after the fact especially when he was insisting on a public meeting and anything staged out in public for her wasn't so simple as it was for him. If he was the wrong sort of person she'd be reading her name along with less than kind words for weeks...And not to mention the fact that if he was one of Rabastan's friends, would she be safe even if it was public? "Rabastan," she began, moving to stand more in front of him, her hand sliding up to rest on his shoulder. "Why does this Louis Yaxley need," she paused, closing her eyes tightly, "eighty galleons?" She probably would've either figured it out on her own later or been told by this Yaxley person but she wanted to know then and there and from he horse's mouth.
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