It's soft enough as he leaves that he's not quite sure he heard it right, and Hubert doesn't pause to ask if he did because... it likely wasn't meant for him to be heard to begin with. He's reading too deeply into things; he's certain of that now. Besides, it isn't possible that Lif knew him before...
Before what, exactly? Becoming a member of Hel's army? For all his research on Lif, he's somehow missed who exactly Lif was before that.
It doesn't matter, he tells himself. It doesn't matter who Lif was because that's not who he is now. And yet dismissing it like that is far harder than it should be.
Initially, Hubert is pleased to see that Lif has been kept in bed. His injuries had looked bad enough to require some more serious treatment - and given their rather lackluster options, it makes sense it will take a bit longer than if they had Linhardt or Manuela running around here. But that quickly gives way to concern when Lif isn't around for the next battle, and concern becomes worry by the third. At the very least Lif is likely driving the healers crazy, Hubert reasons as he comes up with yet another excuse to visit Lif. He doesn't need to have this many, but somehow it feels wrong simply to show up because he was worried.
So he slips into the clinic later in the evening - it should be late enough for most people to be asleep, which would be the perfect time for an escape attempt... so is Lif attempting just that or has he finally given up and decided it's not worth being yelled at and/or quite literally strapped to the bed with magical restraints?]
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It's soft enough as he leaves that he's not quite sure he heard it right, and Hubert doesn't pause to ask if he did because... it likely wasn't meant for him to be heard to begin with. He's reading too deeply into things; he's certain of that now. Besides, it isn't possible that Lif knew him before...
Before what, exactly? Becoming a member of Hel's army? For all his research on Lif, he's somehow missed who exactly Lif was before that.
It doesn't matter, he tells himself. It doesn't matter who Lif was because that's not who he is now. And yet dismissing it like that is far harder than it should be.
Initially, Hubert is pleased to see that Lif has been kept in bed. His injuries had looked bad enough to require some more serious treatment - and given their rather lackluster options, it makes sense it will take a bit longer than if they had Linhardt or Manuela running around here. But that quickly gives way to concern when Lif isn't around for the next battle, and concern becomes worry by the third. At the very least Lif is likely driving the healers crazy, Hubert reasons as he comes up with yet another excuse to visit Lif. He doesn't need to have this many, but somehow it feels wrong simply to show up because he was worried.
So he slips into the clinic later in the evening - it should be late enough for most people to be asleep, which would be the perfect time for an escape attempt... so is Lif attempting just that or has he finally given up and decided it's not worth being yelled at and/or quite literally strapped to the bed with magical restraints?]