Morning.
Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
***************
"Where is my wife?" Theodore growled a question.
Hound glanced at Conan. "Lord Theodore," he said
Theodore nodded. "Hound get out of my way" he said coldly.
If Hound continued to try to stop him from going inside, he would only think the worst of whatever situation was going on and he couldn't stand that.
Hound looked apologetic. "The physician and the maids are in there taking care of her, you shall be able to see her soon" he relayed passively.
"Hound" Theodore warned his voice low.
"I am sorry lord Theodore" Hound had been instructed to keep anyone out as they take care of her but it's been a while now they might be done, he thought
"Get out of my way or I swear I will -" he stopped abruptly because Hound quietly left his front for him to forge ahead.