[Event]

[fearthearrow]

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*sometime later at night on Duel Academy island, after even the nurses and security keeping watch at the infirmary are gone, someone enters the place, hood up, going up to the bed the Ancient Fairy Dragon has been confined to for the past... while.*

Comments

[fearthearrow]

Just... Make sure this doesn't happen again. That's all I absolutely need right now.

I'm not going to stop you from having a relationship with her, but I won't be happy if she falls ill once more, especially since no one else figured out any way to help her.

I'm not going to make a second trek.

*his uncovered mouth is making a grimace, as though from a bad memory, as he opens up the pouch and gets out the fern leaves and roots and berries, and produces a bowl and grinding implement from somewhere under his cloak. he grinds them together, and pours them into the gourd. Sealing it, and mixing it. Before handing it to you.*

Here. Have her drink it.

[littlemissmyrmidon]

"...Yeah, can do. Tomorrow we're getting answers for this, so... Thank you again."

She smiles broadly, before she tilts the gourd up to AFD's mouth.

[ancient_prophecy]

::She slowly drinks it, weakly, straining herself to do so, sipping small sips. Her eyes seem pretty dull. Even duller than a Masumi would be comfortable with.::

[fearthearrow]

*seems to watch for a moment, before putting away the stuff, and turning around*

She'll probably need time to recover from this. So just let the medicine do it's work.

[littlemissmyrmidon]

"Yeah, that's fine. I've waited this long."

She crosses her legs and leans back, reopening her book of poetry.

"Have a good rest of the night, mister hero."

[fearthearrow]

... Just doing my job, miss.

*he doesn't seem to know how to handle being called a hero, but whatever. He slips away and out of the infirmary.

god, what a secretive fellow he is.*

[ancient_prophecy]

::Faintly whispers::

... Shinobirds...

[littlemissmyrmidon]

"...What about them?"

She turns slightly, leaning in.

[ancient_prophecy]

... don't... anything...

::Rolls over on her side, exhausted and drifts back to sleep.::

[littlemissmyrmidon]

...She'll press you on it if this makes her feel better. She gently reaches out to play with a braid while her other hand turns a page in the book.