Darklett is lying in bed. His eyes aren't closed, he's just laying there, staring at the ceiling, completely still except for his breathing and the occasional blinking of his eyes. At the knock at his door, he sits up. "...Who is it?"

Popping his head around the door, which is heavily bandaged, Jarril pops his head in and coughs. "Ya free ta talk?" The major slips in and closes the door behind him before leaning on it crossing his arms about his chest. "So, things didn't quite go well on ya command decision, did it?"

As the other major peeks in, Darklett actually smiles, some tension that had been in his shoulders even while resting letting go. "Major Jarril..." He stands up, looking at least a little relieved. "Glad to see you aren't too badly hurt..." The smile fades when he brings up the failed ambush, and he turns away to go sit on his bed again.

Jarril nods his head. "Oh I didn't get hurt ta much but lost a few hares though." The major frowns slightly. "The other survivors are at the tavern in the village being tended ta, they can't make the journey back yet. Some are touch and go as well." The major pauses for a moment and closes his eyes. "Why did ya give the ordah ta attack when Taye said that they had more numbers than us?"

Silence. Whatever Jarril's doing, it's apparently not a very good way to get Darklett to talk. The only response the other major gets is a small aversion of Dark's eyes to the side, and a dip down of his head.

Jarril carries on. "But ultimately it was my fault after all as I should've stepped in. So don't feel ta bad about it." He smiled. "Anyways and I won't say this in public but perhaps its best ta get a bad thing out of the way and learn by it now than do it when it really matters in a war or something. This is why I didn't step in, that and I didn't want ta make ya look like a fool with ya patrol ya command of." He goes quiet for a moment and mutters. "There is something that I need to talk about though while being bugged about it recovering at the village however, ya named popped up in conversation."

Darklett still doesn't say anything about the ambush, the dark-furred buck keeping his eyes and head cast downwards, ears folding forward a bit as the major brings up one of the few items of self-disappointment he'd managed to fight off. And his head rolls downward completely when he hears about his name being mentioned at the tavern. "You're just full of good news today, Jarril, you really are..." He looks up blankly, waiting for the other hare to continue.

Jarril smiles. "Yes, I am, aren't I? What can ya tell me about this badger named Van? Seems ya been angering someone over that little one enough for them ta mention it over my breakfast this morning. She wants ya ta back off, non official like." He looks at Darklett for a moment. "And it's the first time I heard anything about it as well so not really up ta date on the matter as it were."

"Vansinnig Mordare, former Bloodthirster, tried to kill you, tried to kill me, killed several Long Patrol hares, held Long Patrol hares, and..." Darklett stands off his bed to go to his table, pouring himself a cup of water from a pitcher he'd brought up earlier. "...To top it all off, Keita's harboring him in her tavern. Unfortunately, the badger refuses to die, even when myself and the fighter Niveus made sure he was dead. I'd offer you to drink, but, you know... One cup."

Jarril replies. "Aye, but it's their village and her tavern so for the time being ya ta back off from him. Not totally mind ya. She said that he's given up on this vermin thing and that's something that has ta be proved. But if he gets to his old ways or tries ta attack ya, then I can't very well stop ya. I just said I have a word and see that ya back off for a while." He shakes his head. "Ya find that the higher ya go up, the more politics ya have ta deal with, this is one of them."

Darklett puts a finger to his chin. "Hmm, giving up on the vermin thing? I distinctly remember him saying exactly that the first time I should have just killed him." He rolls his eyes, lifting up the cup and drinking, swallowing, and speaking. "She's a traitor, you know. She helps the enemy. Don't care who she's the daughter of, if she was a rat, we'd have taken care of her by now."

Jarril blinks. "Now stop that..." He shakes his head. "Do ya have any real proof that she's helping the enemy and not us as right now she has several of our lot in her tavern being treated, boarded and fed for no charge I might add.." He ponders... "Though she said it was in thanks for me helping ta free them the last time. Look, just do this for a while. If what ya think is true, she slip up one day." Pushing himself off the door, the major gives his head a rub with a paw. "And maybe ya should think more about that in case she does go and tell her mother and makes the complaint official."

"Colonel Zoe already knows, anyway." Darklett sits his cup down and leans against the wall. "She's the one that granted permission for me to take a patrol and go out and kill the badger. And the only way I'd ever go to Halyard is under direct orders, so there's nothing to worry about." Smirk. He grabs his cup and drinks again. "I really don't know what I'm gonna do anyway. I'm glad you're okay; I was afraid I was going to have to go rescue the hostages."

Jarril blinks. "Oh come on, you're not leaving me ta do that are ya." He looks about and gives a smirk. "So how is it that ya not doing stuff for Rahier anymore? Got someone in ya patrol ta do ya paperwork yet?"

"Don't even have a patrol, got no paperwork to fill out, except reports." Darklett murmurs, drinking again, putting the cup to his forehead. "I think it was Colonel Zoe's decision to promote me to Major... Gave her my written report today, could barely face her." His head drops again, his eyes going off to the wall. "First mission, Jarril. Supposed to be a routine march. How did I screw that up?"

Jarril looks at Darklett. "Ya want the truthful answer or a lie?"

"I don't want anything, I changed my mind..." Darklett raises his paw, shaking his head. "Don't need an answer at all."

Jarril frowns. "Ya getting it anyways. What with this killing Van, stop going ta attack on first site of vermin. Think of the situation. If there are more of ya than what ya have and if it's ta risky, don't engage." The major goes to open the door and stops before turning back around again. "It's not just ya life ya responsible for now, ya responsible for those under ya command. Just try and find a balance. Oh and one more thing, if we didn't think that ya weren't up for majah rank, ya think we would keep quiet and not say a word when ya name came up in the meeting on such matters. It's a mistake, I made mistakes but how ya going ta move on from it is up ta ya, Dark." The major smiles. "Oh and about those rumours of wanting Taye I heard from within my patrol... I decided ta not retire so I'll need him. Though I think he looks up ta ya as well as me, be a good teacher, hmm?" The major makes his move to head out of the room.

Darklett's head stays in its downed state, listening to Jarril speak. Again, he's silent, no response at all coming from the newer Major to either thing he said. He just stands there and takes the lesson coming from the other hare, biting softly on his lower lip. Even after the major leaves, he just stands there, inch by inch sinking down the wall until he's sitting, huddling up against it with his ignored cup in his paw.