[Evil Tink]

Solomon quickly placed his hand over Holden's wrist, forcing the wound to close, "I'm fine...honesty." He shot Alicia a glare, "You should really stop enabling him.." He sighed, "I'll go have Anne whip up something for you to eat." If he could stand that was.

He pushed himself from the bed with a slight smile, "After breakfast, do you want to help me with the horses?" He didn't wait for Holden's answer, knowing it would be 'yes'. He made it past the door and out of sight when his charade of consciousness would no longer work. He knew he'd regret this, since when he would pass out, Holden would force his blood down Solomon's throat, one way or another.

Solomon grabbed onto the banister, still a good three or four feet away from the stairs when his vision finally cut out. Seconds later, he collapsed, unable to keep himself conscious any longer. He hit the ground with a loud 'thud', more than likely snapping a few fingers in the wrong direction on his way down.