watch the hospital that's just across the street ━ sick

[toboggan]

It would be a little white lie if Leroy were to say that his own mental health was in tip-top shape. Ever since that little event - which Beck apparently identified as a stroke - occurred, the guardsman’s condition deteriorated at a heightened pace. Before, he could feel the energy pulsing through his limbs, his life force slithering between muscles - now, the legs which he stood on felt as though they’d give out without any forewarning. In addition to that, his heart was as frail as a flake of snow, and the eyesight in his right eye was worsening by the week. At least nobody had seemed to notice it; or, at least he thought that nobody was noticing it.

Whatever the mongrel was currently trying to achieve, it had lead him by the Arrow’s dwelling. If it weren’t for the hacking figure at the foot of her hut, he would have waltzed on past without looking back. As soon as the Captain of the Guard came into view, the wolfhound altered his destination to fit Arrow’s whereabouts.

He came to a halt about a metre away from the feline, for the hound wished not to catch whatever ailed his companion. Seating himself on the Earth’s lukewarm surface, he glared sombrely at his sickened friend. "Ya don't look so hot, Arrow," Leroy mouthed in a blunt, obvious manner, "need me to fetch ya some water?".