》 pocket full of posies

"Ah! I thanketh thee most kindly, dear giver. Thou art most kind; I shall cherish these flowers."

"Ah... I thanketh thee kindly for thy words... I take care of mineself what best I can, with being, ah... In what state I am."

If Johnathan could smile; he would most certainly return the smile. Instead he angles his head, chuckling softly. "Ah... Quite the tale, it is. O'er th' month o' October did I fate 't meet him; t'was perchance. He'd been cursed 't bear 't form o' a lycan; an' he had borne hostility from some. He'd been stabbed; an' I came across him; an' I healed his wounds, an' set forth a quest for a potion to cure his lycan form."

"The dragon hath borne a clutch? Wonderful news!" Johnathan responds, wings fluttering slightly. He's quite glad to know things have been going well. "'Tis warming to know that events hath been sound. T'would coil me so to think of any ill happenings to befall unto thy all."

The mention of the Lin Kuei makes Johnathan perk; his wings bob and he clasps his hands at his chest. "For sooth? The Lin Kuei... Thee meanst the clan led by Kuai Liang?" He asks, voice still soft but influxing to a more bubbly tone. "I know thy grandmaster well. He art a friend o' mine; how hath he fared as of late? Hath matters been sound around?"

The Doctor's mildly surprised to be approached; but nevertheless tilts his head. "A ghost? Ah... Thee couldst say such, aye." He's never actually considered what he might be called. "Mine name bee'st Johnathan Haycroft. And thee?"

"Ah," The Doctor murmurs; how does he explain lightly his situation? "You see... I hath borne witness to the great plague o' thirteen hundred fourty seven; I chose the profession o' a medicalist to protect my beloved daughter. Alas; she passed by th' plague, as hath my wife... An' eventually I, too, passed. Yet..." A soft exhale, and his large skeletal wings twitch. "I hath cometh again, borne into this... form. I am mere attire; nay living flesh beneath my cloak. Other than mine hands; which infect all they touch... Whence they art unclothed; I habitually wear these gloves to prevent such an unfortunate end. I wish only to help others... Nay harm..."

"I thank thee sincerely for the roses..." The Doctor murmurs, carefully clasping the roses to his chest. His wings twitch happily.

"Oh!" The doctor seems quite surprised by such action, but not opposed, his skeletal wings ruffling then furling; a sign of flusteredness. "Ah... I thank thee, o stranger."