So Mildmay hobbles in. He's trying to tilt his head over to the side, so the bloodflow doesn't go in his eyes and mostly runs right through his mouth. When he breathes, little droplets of blood fly out from under his nose, and talking is probably gonna get worse before it gets better. But this was all of his second septad, and he remembers how to deal with it best he can.

Now, the bloody hands business, that's the real killer. Jashuki's getting slippery as shit.

And then, the bathroom, and Felix looking like someone kicked the life outta him. Poor bugger. Mildmay'd do something kind, speak softly, but he knows Felix hates that shit when someone else is watching. So he just sits on a nearby stool and thinks about Tamsin Stone-Sentry in the stories. He tries to be like what he always imagined she must've been like. Shit, he hasn't thought about that since his second septad. Freaky shit.

"Hey," he says to Felix. "Figured I should check in on you."