THOTH & MORVEREN
There weren't a lot of things which could make Thoth forget about science. The feeling he got when Danny started speaking was strong enough to override just about everything else.
He'd never had to feel protective over a friend before. His animal friends were independent and more or less sorted themselves out, and Tristan needed no help from anyone – especially when it came to bullies. As much as he tried not to be, Thoth was usually that kid who needed his friends to look out for him. If not with bullying, then with simple things which he usually forgot to do, like eating and sleeping. He'd never had a fairy friend other than Tristan before, so he'd never been the one looking out for someone else. Danny was four years younger than him and definitely fit the profile for a victim of bullying, but Thoth had never noticed or even really thought about that before. If he had, he'd have assumed that Solarius could take care of Tarquin or any other dick who came along, but clearly Sol hadn't been able to stop people from hurting Danny. Thoth studied the younger boy's split lip with an increasing sense of. Somebody had hurt his friend.
“Tarquin,” he growled, finishing the name Danny couldn't quite remember. “He was after me.” He barely heard the offer to get a guard for the hallway, his mind already turning ahead to find a solution to the problem, and it registered belatedly. “Well, what good will that do?” He demanded to know. “Unless you plan on going back there. Fucking Tarquin.”
He dumped the key Danny gave him on the bedside table with a little too much force, creating a loud clang sound. While Thoth fumed quietly, Morveren poked her head out from underneath the bed to investigate the source of the noise. Obviously less hyperactive than she had been the day before, she stared up at Danny and Solarius with wide, green eyes, the bed-covers bunched up on top of her little head. She crept forward a couple more inches, grabbed the covers and tugged at them to get her fairy's attention. Thoth leant over the bed to glare at her.
“What?” he snapped. Unfazed by his rudeness, Morveren stood up on her hind legs, placed her front paws against the edge of the bed, and eyeballed him. Thoth scowled at her for a minute in silence, before grunting, “yeah, okay. But where will he be now?”
She leapt down onto all four paws, raced dizzingly around Danny and Sol, and scampered over to the infirmary door where she waited expectantly. Thoth grunted again. He reached behind the bedside table and yanked out a thin, knobbly walking stick, which he used to support his weight while he climbed out of bed with surprising ease for someone who was sporting a broken leg and arm. He spent half his life getting in and out of hospital beds, it seemed; he was used to it. He poked Sol in the paw and started after his familiar.
“C'mon,” he grumbled at Danny, forgetting all about their experiment. “Before the nurses come back. We've got to find my other friend.”
He said it as if he only had the two.
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