If only "nice" is what the circumstances had remained, but changes in the situation resulted in proper adjustments. Moves and counter-moves, really, that was what it boiled down to.
In the days, and weeks, to follow she keeps her distances from him. Observing and taking note of his behaviors and mannerisms. She's hardly needed at home while adjustments and preparations are made, she trusts those she's paid with the tasks she's given them. She only employed those she trusted, and this held true for every individual in her life.
Which is how she got hold of so much information so quickly following the attack. Her informants were the very citizens of the city, and they were all too eager to talk given the danger of the situation. They knew she had connections, and she knew exactly what to do.
First, of course, was ensuring that Boxer was well taken care of. An easy task, given her preparations to accommodate him already. The marine veterinarian is easy enough to work with, and has enough associations with people Sybil knows that she has no issue with granting him a card to access her home anytime he needs to check Boxer.
Second was a long, long bath. There was a reason she kept a pool of molten metal in the lowest basement, and this was it.
Third, and most importantly, would come over the course of the next week. Reports and claims in the papers, word on the street, and hushed whispers about anyone associated with the greedy would-be pirates disappearing. Illegally purchased ships being ripped to pieces by a flying metal beast wielding a giant metal spear. In honesty, the stories probably sounded like superstition and exaggeration to any bystander, but enough citizens knew. The metal beast only appeared when something drastic was happening in Cloudbank, and no one was really sure if it was a friend or a foe.
They were right to not assume, at least.
She keeps a few of the newspapers for later, and spends a good chunk of her time assisting with tending to Boxer. She has a few seats, books, blankets, and a laptop moved into the room so she can minimize her departures. She won't let him slip off of the thread of life he'd clung to, and as a benefit she can change the channel for him if he gets conscious enough for it.
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In the days, and weeks, to follow she keeps her distances from him. Observing and taking note of his behaviors and mannerisms. She's hardly needed at home while adjustments and preparations are made, she trusts those she's paid with the tasks she's given them. She only employed those she trusted, and this held true for every individual in her life.
Which is how she got hold of so much information so quickly following the attack. Her informants were the very citizens of the city, and they were all too eager to talk given the danger of the situation. They knew she had connections, and she knew exactly what to do.
First, of course, was ensuring that Boxer was well taken care of. An easy task, given her preparations to accommodate him already. The marine veterinarian is easy enough to work with, and has enough associations with people Sybil knows that she has no issue with granting him a card to access her home anytime he needs to check Boxer.
Second was a long, long bath. There was a reason she kept a pool of molten metal in the lowest basement, and this was it.
Third, and most importantly, would come over the course of the next week. Reports and claims in the papers, word on the street, and hushed whispers about anyone associated with the greedy would-be pirates disappearing. Illegally purchased ships being ripped to pieces by a flying metal beast wielding a giant metal spear. In honesty, the stories probably sounded like superstition and exaggeration to any bystander, but enough citizens knew. The metal beast only appeared when something drastic was happening in Cloudbank, and no one was really sure if it was a friend or a foe.
They were right to not assume, at least.
She keeps a few of the newspapers for later, and spends a good chunk of her time assisting with tending to Boxer. She has a few seats, books, blankets, and a laptop moved into the room so she can minimize her departures. She won't let him slip off of the thread of life he'd clung to, and as a benefit she can change the channel for him if he gets conscious enough for it.
He would pull through, he had to.