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Elyan hadn't meant to bring up his father when speaking with Iwan, it just happened. He rarely spoke about him to anyone really, only Gwen. Even then it would just be a fleeting moment. He still felt guilty over his father's death but he'd learned to accept it over the years. But it would always be there, in the pit of his stomach. "I'm sorry about your father." He looked over at Iwan and paused for a moment. So he knew about his father's death. He hadn't completely expected that, but since he'd said that he'd been a knight for seven years then Iwan would probably know about it he guessed. His father had been loved and known by many in the city.

He saw true sympathy in the other man's eyes though which he was glad for. He was glad that an innocent man's name may not have been completely tainted by the hatred of Uther Pendragon. But the look in Iwan's eyes was deeper, almost like he understood. It made Elyan wonder if Iwan too shared the same loss as Elyan had, but he decided not to ask. He didn't want to turn the moment awkward or strained. He knew just how difficult it was to talk about people one had lost. "So am I." He gave Iwan a short nod to show his appreciation for his sympathy, but he decided he didn't want to dwell on his father or his guilt any longer.

His clumsiness however decided to help move on from the conversation about his father instead. The fall had been much less than graceful and he was more embarrassed than anything else. He gripped his leg around the cut to stop the bleeding and looked up at Iwan when he spoke. "No that's alright, it's just a scratch." More like a gash, but he wasn't going to whine about it like a child. He took off his red cape with the Pendragon emblem on it which he'd worn especially for today and ripped a piece off the bottom. He hoped there were spares somewhere or else he'd be walking around Camelot with a tattered cape. He began tying the torn cloth around his wound until he was satisfied with it. "There...I think it'll be alright now." He smiled up at Iwan holding the other part of his cape in his hand. "Are there any spares or something of these?" He asked innocently.

Elyan breathed out a sigh of relief when she said she was feeling a bit better. Thank goodness for that because he really had no idea if the whole breathing technique would work. He certainly wasn't going to tell Caitrin that since he'd only just helped her calm down. "Well I'm glad I've done something right." He smiled warmly at her although he really did mean it. Of all the things he'd done in his life he'd never caused a pregnant woman to have a panic attack or go into labour. He should probably tick that off the metaphorical list of dumb things to do in life, he thought sarcastically. He shouldn't be so cynical, at least he'd somewhat helped to feel if only slightly better.

After she voiced her want to go back to her husband, he sighed inwardly. He was such an idiot just standing there, of course she'd want to go back to her husband if she was indeed in labour. He'd probably put down his lapse in common sense to his state of sleep deprivation. "Of, of course you do." He hit his head with the palm of his hand. "I'm so sorry; I probably should have taken you to him earlier." He'd been so caught in the possibility that Caitrin was about to have a baby that he hadn't even thought about the father. “Will you, will you walk me back to my room please?” He looked back at where they'd come from then back at Caitrin. "Yes, of course I will," he smiled then looked up at the castle again. They had walked quite a distance to get to the royal gardens and despite feeling a bit better Caitrin was surely still in some pain. He couldn't just make her walk. "Ah...I don't think you should be walking, especially not such a great distance." It would be too tiresome. "I really hope you don't mind but I think it would be better if I were to carry you." He looked at her apologetically.

He grinned in return at his little sister who was especially jovial tonight. He didn't want to question it though, but his curiosity had peaked. Not to say that she wasn't usually happy but today was different and he wanted to know why. He gave her a kiss on her cheek as well in return and just smiled. It seemed it was contagious, but he didn't mind. Seeing his sister this happy made him happy, as sappy as that sounded but it was true. After everything she'd been through she could still begin the day with a smile on her face. She truly was the strongest person he knew, so of course seeing her this happy made his very heart happy with her.

When she answered his question his curiosity only increased if that were possible. So she had two things to tell him and one was a question. He thought about it for a moment. It was obviously something good since it made her so happy, but nothing came to mind. Before he could dwell on it further she spoke again. He decided he wouldn't pry...yet. But she must know how curious he could get and it wouldn't be long before he'd bombard her with questions. "I hope you tell me soon because I would really like to know what's got my sister smiling like we're in the heavens," he chuckled. It was something their mother used to say. 'Smile everyday like you're in the heavens.'

He took a seat at the table they'd eaten at so many times for so many years, only this time it was just them. He looked down at the food at closed his eyes as he took in the wonderful smell of his sister's cooking. "You could be a cook in the castle you know," he teased. "Even if you only served this I'm sure the entire court would gladly sing for more." He grinned. She made it just like their mother did, which is why he loved it so much. No doubt any noble would be lucky just to get a taste.

Although he'd never admit it to anyone, Elyan was terrified and that was the simple truth of the matter. The entire kingdom was in panic after the village he'd patrolled had been found to be practically a ghost town. All the villagers had been found dead, frozen in fact. He'd never seen anything like it and he hated the pain and fear it was burying into everyone's hearts. That's why he decided to volunteer to go on the patrol around the town. Despite the possibility they could encounter one of the creatures, he wasn't going to sit back and watch the kingdom fall.

Apparently nothing could kill these creatures; fire only cast them away for a short while. But he'd be damned if he didn't face them armed with a weapon. If he had to confront one of these...dorocha then he'd do it with a sword in his hand. Elyan went down the familiar route to the armoury. He almost smiled thinking about all the times he would sneak in and admire the weapons. It felt like lifetimes ago. He heard someone inside and peered in through the door to see one of the knights he was going to be patrolling with eyeing up a sword in his hand. He silently entered and picked up a sword from one of the racks. Elyan held out the hilt to the other knight, Sir Lucan, he thought his name was? Who'd only just caught sight of him. "I think this sword might be better," he smiled. "Although, I'm probably a little biased." The sword was his own handiwork, but that at least meant he knew it was made with high quality in mind. "Why don't you try it out?"

He wasn’t totally sure how he was supposed to react but he knew panicking was definitely not a good place to start. How to stop panicking however, he did not know. She might be in labour for goodness sake, and he had no idea what to do. First things first though. "Look at me." He had to get her to calm down, and then maybe her baby will calm down with her. That might be the only thing causing this after all. Her baby might just be distressed. "Everything is going to be alright." Whether she was in labour or not, he would help her anyway. There really wasn't anything to be overly worried about anyway, she was only going to give birth. No, calm is what he was trying to strive for, and he wasn't even feeling it.

He was far from relieved when she said she'd hadn't felt this kind of pain before. That was just further clarification that she could be in labour. At her next words, he wasn't sure if she meant them or if she was just trying to make him feel better, either way she was still in pain. “I’m not helping am I?” He gave a soft chuckle. "Seeing as you're the pregnant one, you don't need to have that at the forefront of your mind." He was supposed to be helping her. "Look, just....just breathe, slowly." He looked right at her so she wouldn't get distracted by anything around them or the pain inside her and so she would only concentrate on breathing. "Slowly, just breathe in," he inhaled with her, "and out," he exhaled with her and continued to do that. He'd seen pregnant women breathing slowly to help with any sort of pain, he hoped it would work. After a few silent breaths he stopped, leaving her to do it on her own. "Are you feeling any better?"

The ale must have really gotten to his head because he couldn't seem to stop laughing at their ridiculous situation. It seemed he wasn't the only one though, Gwaine was laughing too. He'd just gotten a punch to the face yet he still laughed, and so either that was a totally normal reaction or they were both marvellously drunk. Elyan would probably have to go with the latter, judging by the way he was still swaying and the fuzziness in his head. He listened to Gwaine's words and grinned at him before actually thinking for a moment. “Just so I can prepare myself this time.” He paused for another moment before hesitantly replying. "...no, wait." There had been...no. "Nah, I don't think there's anyone else, but I guess we'll have to wait and see."

The part of Gwaine saying that they would head to the castle hit him then. "Wait, you want to go back to the castle?" So soon? "But the night has only just begun, there must be somewhere else in this city where we can have a bit of fun." The ale seemed to be really getting to his head. He lost his balance again but this time he didn't regain it fast enough and walked backwards until he landed on a pile of hay. "Gwaine!" he yelled as soon as he landed and he stuck his arms out ahead of him expectantly like a child. Well he was stuck after all and who'd want to spend the rest of their lives living in a haystack? Maybe goats would but Elyan was hardly a goat. Maybe if he grew a bit of a beard he'd look more like a goat, then living in a haystack would be more appropriate. But alas he didn't have a beard yet so he'd have to stick with living in the castle. He vaguely noticed that his train of thought had gotten slightly messed up after drinking more than his fair share of alcohol, but that wasn't important right now. It seemed the lack of adrenaline that he'd been full of during their breif fight in the tavern left him in a more drunken state.

It had been difficult for Elyan to live in Camelot without Gwen; unnatural even. She was always the constant in his life; the person he knew would always be there for him without fail. It hadn't felt right to just go on without her and he still felt a little guilty for not insisting more to leave Camelot with her and better protect her. It did his heart good to see her safe and sound in front of him again. Elyan smiled sincerely at her words and hugged her again just to make sure he wasn't dreaming after enduring the true extent of Morgana's cruelty. He realised that even being banished wouldn't stop his little sister from saving him as always. The thought made him smile.

He could see that she was worried for him, how long had he been sleeping? "No there's no need, I'm not in any pain." That wasn't exactly true but pain had to be expected after what he'd gone through. It wasn't just physical pain either, sometimes when he closed his eyes, he could hear the snakes hiss or feel the poison burning through his veins. He wasn't about to tell Gwen these horrible thoughts though, he refused to further worry her. He wondered when she came, had she heard about Morgana's take over and then chosen to help them fight for Camelot? That certainly sounded like something she'd do. But there was one question that he wished to ask before all the others. "I don't mean to pry, but," he paused, hesitating. "Does Arthur know you're here?" Would she have to leave again? He didn't want her to.

"My Father is Sir Anthony," A good name. It wasn't too short nor too long, perfect. He could already picture the pattern he was planning to put on the handle and on the blade itself. It would be a bit tricky but Elyan was more than up for the challenge. He was thinking of engraving her father's name into the blade with the intricate patterns to border it. He did not want it to be overly complicated, in this case he was thinking simple was best; simple but with a silent beauty. It was truly an art in his eyes. It also kept his mind off things that he'd rather not think about. He felt like he could just be in his own world where the only thing he'd have to concentrate on was moulding the metal in the hot coals into a blade.

He smiled as he listened to her explain how she'd heard of him and his eyes perked up when she mentioned his sister. Did she know her then? He looked down with a smile on his face when Elenora complimented him once again on Sir John's sword. It had, if he had to admit, been one of his best pieces of work. "Well I must say I'm quite honoured that you would choose to come to me, and I will do all I can to make the dagger perfect for your father's gift." He did feel a little flattered that she would choose to come to him rather than the royal blacksmith. It made him feel less guilty about taking over his father's forge. "So what do you have in mind for him?" He saw how eagerly she asked the question, but instead of telling her he had another idea in mind. "If you don't mind my lady, I think I might just leave it as a surprise." He couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face then. He put the cloth that had been in his hands down on the table behind him. "You mentioned my sister before," he began hesitantly. "Do you know her?" It would be nice to know that his sister had many friends. Although with her caring nature, everyone probably loved her.

Elyan was beginning to get the impression that Gwaine was getting a little annoyed about their troublesome predicament. But it wasn't like he was the only one. It was Elyan's life that was being immediately threatened here. But he came to the conclusion that maybe he shouldn't take out his anger about getting punched in the face on Gwaine, since he'd gotten hit too. Now wasn't really the time for arguing, now was the time for them to work together and get out with their heads still on their necks if they could, which would of course be preferred. He did quite like his head. Elyan shook his head slightly, thinking the ale must have seriously had an impact on his thought process. Another reason why he probably shouldn't have drunk as much as he did, but it had seemed a good idea at the time.

He was glad Gwaine caught on to what he'd been implying. He'd been afraid that he'd be too drunk to get it, since Elyan wasn't the only who'd had too much ale. He was relieved to see the man finally flat on his back, but knew he wasn't going to stay like that. “Shall we get out of here?” Elyan took one more look at the man on the floor who was already beginning to get up. "Yeah, I think that would be a pretty good idea." He took another look at the man who was disoriented but half way up. His eyes wide he grabbed Gwaine by the arm. "Come on." He ran out of the room and into the main part of the tavern which he realised wasn't quite as noisy as the room had been, which had been filled with roaring people especially after the fight started. He spotted the door and ran through it, feeling the cold air hit him like a wave. But as soon as he was out the only thing he could think of doing was laughing out loud. He couldn't help it. "Did you see us in there?" He said with laughter still in his voice.