Stone's Throw

[GamesMaster]

He sighs, his shoulders slumping a little. "Not well," he admits. "Since this last attack, he has been bedridden. Did you still wish to see him?"

[Andreas Amell]

"Attack?" Andreas cries out, eyes wide and ears reaching for the ceiling. 

[GamesMaster]

Adonis flinches. "That is what the healers are calling it. His body has turned against him, and now his heart is attacking him instead of beating normally."

[Andreas Amell]

Sagging in the chair, Andreas lets out a soft grunt. "You mean cardiac arrest or heart palpitations," he realizes. "That's -- I mean, still worrying!" he says quickly, "just..."

[GamesMaster]

"It's not as though some spirit were attacking his soul, no," agrees Adonis. "But he is lucid, and able to speak to you."

[Andreas Amell]

"Does he..." Andreas clears his throat. "Does he... know me?"

[GamesMaster]

"He was there when you were born. He knows who you are, though he has not met you in some time."

[Andreas Amell]

Oh. That's... oh. "I see. Are there any other health concerns I should be aware of?"

[GamesMaster]

"No, he has been remarkably healthy for his age until this disease presented itself."

[Andreas Amell]

Hesitating a little, Andreas presses awkwardly, "including, ah, mentally?"

[GamesMaster]

"Oh yes. He's as sound mentally as ever."

[Andreas Amell]

Noticeable relief fills Andreas and he lets slip a sigh. "Good, good. Then, ah, yes. I'd like to meet him. Err, should I have something to gift or... is there any protocol or..?"

[GamesMaster]

"I think your presence will be gift enough." Adonis stands, then, holding out a paw to Andreas. "Come with me."

[Andreas Amell]

Swallowing thickly, Andreas takes his once father's paw and rises to his feet. He mumbles something polite and affirmative but is mute otherwise during the short walk. 

Cadmus owns a house of his own, of course, since he retired as Keeper. Or at least, he does on paper. Ever since his health had begun dissolving so very rapidly, Cadmus had been staying with his son. And, being a true cat of the tribe, he wasn't about to let anyone house lay empty so he'd allowed a family of six, whose previous house had been condemned by fungal rot, to live there while they get back on their feet. The mother of the family is one of the tribe's best dyers after all. At current, Cadmus is tucked away in a plush reclines, bundled in wool blankets and half reading, half dosing, by a fire in Don's personal study.

[GamesMaster]

Don pauses as he opens the door, saying quietly, "This is my personal study. In here... what happens is not happening between Founder zi'Naodi and Keeper Naodi and the grandchild of Merchant zi'Tethras. What happens in here is between Cadmus and his son and a member of the tribe we have always been part of." 

Then he pushes the door the rest of the way open, heading in and sitting in a chair beside Cadmus's. He presses a kiss to his father's forehead, adjusting the blankets as he says quietly, "Andreas came to see you."