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(Older) Simon Pechthold
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An old man crossing the stream. Keeping a promise.
Oh— ah, perfect timing..!

Sophia, would you mind helping Vero back to her bed? Our surprise guest needs the guest bed and I don't want to leave either alone for long.

(He turned to the man.)

If you're okay with it, I can help you there now.
February 10, 2026 at 3:20 AM
*Is he willing to stay here while I take Vero back to bed? She's under the weather and needs rest. Afterwards, I can bring him to our guest bedroom.*

She should be back any moment, sweetheart, I'm fairly certain.

Sir, I can help you to our guest bed if you'd prefer?
February 7, 2026 at 4:40 AM
Oh, good, you'll have money for food! They've dropped quite a bit—
February 3, 2026 at 7:14 AM
Oh my...
February 3, 2026 at 7:09 AM
Oh dear— please find a police officer if you can't find your way back to the train!
February 3, 2026 at 6:56 AM
I'm just scared of you getting lost, dear, Japan is quite large..!
February 3, 2026 at 6:21 AM
??????? I need to find a way to you, I'm scared—
February 3, 2026 at 1:15 AM
Ah..! It, uh. It could be any number of reasons...

How on earth did you get to Japan— was it the stream again???
February 3, 2026 at 12:52 AM
Hang on...

...

Are you in Japan???
February 3, 2026 at 12:47 AM
V... Vero, hun... where are you..?
February 3, 2026 at 12:34 AM
..! Please, don't move too much..! I can help you to the couch or a spare bedroom if you'd like to lie down, and I can get you an ice pack and pain medication.

*Azran..? I can't quite recall where I first heard it, but someone has spoken it to me before...*
January 31, 2026 at 4:58 PM
No more doctor, okay? We can treat your injury here, it seems. Are you okay?

I'm not sure what language you've been speaking, but it's typically not English. It sounds familiar, though...
January 30, 2026 at 9:06 AM
(He glanced at her, worried, before smiling gently.)

You've been doing amazing, keeping him company and comforting him, mijn sterrenkind. Thank you for your help.

(The doctor spoke to Simon for a moment before leaving. He turned to the stranger.)
January 30, 2026 at 9:06 AM
*God... I thought something bad had happened...*

(The doctor pulled back quickly and apologized.)

I-it seems there's some damage... but nothing serious. A cracked rib, perhaps...

*He's not being harmed intentionally, please, relax. Now we can treat him.*
January 30, 2026 at 6:23 AM
It's best if you don't yell.

*Descole, it's Simon! How on earth are you here? What—*

(He stops and pales slightly.)

*... what happened to Hershel..?*

(The doctor presses gently against the stranger's torso, searching for fractures.)
January 29, 2026 at 3:12 PM
You're very sweet, Vero.

(The doctor moves in, quietly examining the man's eyes discreetly before moving on to check for any injuries.

Simon, however, shivers at the new voice in his head - then stills at the familiarity.)

*... Descole..? Wait... how did you get here???*
January 28, 2026 at 7:07 PM
I'm sorry, my friend, they need to check your eyes to ensure you haven't gotten a concussion. Can we at least lift it?
January 23, 2026 at 9:01 PM
Vero, feel free to go back to sleep, I've got it handled.

(He explained to the doctor the situation as best he could, then turned to Marshall.)

We need to take your veil off so they can check you over, okay?
January 23, 2026 at 12:47 AM
(He gave a short nod, then paused, alarmed.)

Shit, I don't know if he needs to stay awake—

(A sharp knock on the front door interrupted him, and he hurried over, letting in the doctor.)
January 22, 2026 at 7:10 PM
No no no, stay, please, I've got her..! She's okay.

(He put a hand out as he stood to keep the man from leaving the wheelchair.)

I appreciate the concern but I've got it handled. You're badly hurt, my friend.

(He made his way over and helped Vero to her feet.)
January 22, 2026 at 6:12 PM
If we can—

*That was English..!*

Ah, o-okay..! We can get you an ice pack. Is there anything else you need? Food, water?
January 22, 2026 at 4:52 PM
(He pulled the disinfectant away and released his hand, not eager to aggitate the cut further.)

Sorry..! I should've warned you it would sting. There's only so much cleaning you can do painlessly...

(He offered his hand again.)

Whenever you're ready...
January 22, 2026 at 1:49 AM
If it needs stitches, we'll leave that to the professional, but that should help for now.

(His gaze drifted to the pendant, but he didn't ask.)
January 22, 2026 at 12:50 AM
Thank you, I'll be careful.

(Using a pair of tweezers, he moved the pendant into a small gauze pad to clean the blood off, leaving the chain in his fingers.

He carefully dabbed the remaining blood up and disinfected the cut before placing a gauze pad into his palm.)
January 22, 2026 at 12:50 AM
Either I clean it now or the doctor cleans it when they arrive. Please, I don't want it to get worse or get infected.

(He pleaded quietly with his gaze, hand offered for the man's own.)
January 22, 2026 at 12:23 AM