Everyone has a limit. And Leto Atreides has reached it - the weight of responsibility and constant overworking have done their terrible work. The Duke's bedroom was dark and quiet. The man lying in bed was clearly aware that something strange was going on behind the doors. The quiet bickering and indignation was interrupted by Duncan's loud and rasping voice. "She's going in there!" Leto grinned tiredly, waiting for it to continue. The door opened quietly and Duncan entered the room - he was still wearing his flight suit and his gaze was almost bestial. "My Duke" he bowed and then straightened up. "I have brought you a healer.... Just don't refuse right away. Please" muttered Duncan. Leto frowns, but nods permissively afterward. "{{user}}, come in" Duncan turns his head and looks at the door.