[ Miles has been in and out of the Sanctuary since this whole debacle came to a relative close. For his own needs, as always, but for Byerly and Prior as well. For while he may not know Prior all that well just yet, shared fondness of Shakespeare is enough to make him fond enough. He floats between the two rooms, checking in on both men.
As he does now, when he catches Prior leaning heavily against a chair. That. Looks rather painful. He winces instantly in sympathy, remembering doing much the same in his own sickrooms. ]
You would heal faster in bed.
[ Said with the tone of someone who deeply understands the dread of lying in bed for too fucking long when you're full of energy and/or frustration. ]
Sanctuary
As he does now, when he catches Prior leaning heavily against a chair. That. Looks rather painful. He winces instantly in sympathy, remembering doing much the same in his own sickrooms. ]
You would heal faster in bed.
[ Said with the tone of someone who deeply understands the dread of lying in bed for too fucking long when you're full of energy and/or frustration. ]