January 1987; what you can't carry

[theunpressuredclub]

 She'd skipped training today, and she was certain she was going to pay for it later, as Pierre was liking paying for it now. But walking to the Spades Castle had had her running into Elliot, and Elliot had clearly been in need of some kind of help. It wasn't until he'd turned away from her and she saw the blood that had seeped through the back of his shirt that she'd even begun to figure out the problem.

Encouraging him back to the Clubs Castle was rough, but he was ultimately in too much agony to argue otherwise. Had half-collapsed onto her bed after shrugging off his shirt with a low groan of pain.

Really, it was impressive that it was only a groan, Rachel had determined once she'd gotten proper look at the obvious lashes across his back. It had turned her stomach more than anything she'd seen yet had-- and there'd been a lot she had seen, now. Had had her asking a Two to call for Edgar when the Spade had passed out-- from the exhaustion or the pain her delicate cleaning of the wounds had been, she couldn't tell-- asking him to come as soon as he was able.

There's worry clear in her features when she answers the door, along with a small bit of uncertainty. By now she knew that Edgar suspected there was more to her 'training' situation than she'd let on, but she wasn't sure he knew to what extent. And even though she was fairly certain Elliot's situation wasn't related to their shared experience, she couldn't help the fretting when she was still so obviously healing from the session that had left bruises all along her arms.

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[ofthecubs]

Of course it doesn't take long for Edgar Eicheln to be found. He isn't exactly the sort of person who's good at hiding himself away--nor is he the sort of person who ever really wants to. Even if he were, of course, there's something inexplicable in the frown of the Two who tells him Rachel needs him to come around.

This isn't a normal invitation to come over. This is the sort of nervous need that sends shockwaves rippling through the rest of the castle on an incredibly quiet level.

He's already frowning when he knocks on the door. It's impossible not to let a little sound of confusion and nerves escape at even just the sight of her face when the door is actually opened.

"--hey. What's--?"