Ā Ā Ā Ā ā sheās a great kid. ā he was right, she was not his responsibility. however, he paid that no mind. the first mention of her being struck with an unknown illness startled him. if it were something simple, he wouldnāt have been consulted. the fact that it was so important that it was his brain they needed to pick at, he wanted to take no chances. and if what he was saying was true, he hoped his presence brought her some comfort while she waited for Matteo to returnĀ ā there was no need for Anjou or Yeran to waste time and come to the Steppe. For Nimue, I didnāt mind running to the markets and finding out what I could. Iāve only known her for a little bit of time, but itās not hard to see why you all love her so much. ā he liked that, being important. he thinks back to when he arrived, to Nimueās weak, but excitedĀ ā Kazu! ā it was heartbreaking to hear her voice so broken, and yet she still managed to have that regular light to her voice. it wasĀ like she really hadnāt registered how sick she truly was.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Anjou has, I just really never realized it until now. Iād want nothing more than to be that for Nimue. it was strange at first to wrap my head around her memory loss, but after getting to know her I really just want to answer any questions she has. ā it was true, Kazutame has gifted her items from the Steppe, and books. he picked up on her love for reading, after all.Ā ā whenever she has questions or whatever, iāll always be ready to answer them. my linkpearl doesnāt work in the mines, but otherwise.. iām always available. ā and that was to put it lightly.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā anyway her roomās all good to go. I changed the scent, mother said it helps with pain. I donāt really know if itās going to work, but she seems to like the smells. they probably remind her of home. Iāll leave to let her get some more rest. ā he watches Matteo place her back into her room with a concerned gaze, hoping that now that he was here, sheād wake up perfectly fine.
Ā Ā Ā hours had gone by, soon sheād slept the rest of the day prior. the last thing she remembered was falling asleep against Matteo. this was often, though. most nights sheād stay up late anticipating his return, only to fall asleep minutes after his arrival. sheād wake up in her bedroom, eagerly searching for him in the morning. however, she knew that only a day ago she was hardly able to get up on her own. sheād been bedridden for days. today felt different, though. she felt normal. so slowly, she attempts to pick herself up.
Ā Ā Ā it was so freeing to stand. in truth, she was not sure if she was dreaming or not. ( something a simple pinch would solve. ) she smiles, eager to walk herself out of her room, which truthfully, after a few days of being stuck in it felt more like a small prison. it felt as if she were walking on air, while she felt better she could tell something was really off. maybe it was just that sheād been a rock for a week straight.Ā
Ā Ā Ā upon reaching Matteoās office, her smile grows greaterĀ seeing him in there.Ā ā big brother! ā even her voice sounded normal.Ā ā look big brother! Iām better now! āĀ
Ā Ā Ā she was right. he always made everything better.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā PAPERWORK, BOOKKEEPING, other tedious administrationĀ ā he occupies himself with the most menial of tasks, knowing his presence would grant the girl comfort whilst she recuperated. Itās but a small sacrifice ; heād willingly bear hours of repetition, white noise did little to make this mock penance more palpable. Call it a familial obligation, akin to a motherly hen ā he merely dons the guise. Itās the gentle patter of feet which comes first, which he is quick to recognize ā Nimue. HeādĀ offer a double take once his charge had arrived. Sheād been the last person heād expect to wander, let alone be on her feet.Ā Heās hesitant, reserved in his need to celebrate. Sheās all cheers ; free of duress, cheeks alight, soft rose teeming. Itās the warmth of life, counteracting waxen pallor and its drear, soothing her crippling malaise. Cast out is the touch of death and all its ghastly maquillage. Sheād convalesced so brief. Odd. A hum rolls, never-ending. Matteoās skepticism runs deep in its undeniable intensity.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Hn . . .Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Had he not known better, he may have considered it a bout of delirium. The culmination of a dozen sleepless nights finally chose its dawn, dropping its might upon his head. Heād allowed a blink or two, deliberate and weighted to refresh his vision, and still she stands with vitality and blushing cheeks ( innocuous and bubbly as before ). Ghostly sheets sweeping ceramic floors, and foul demeanour, they were all so much easier to believe. He should be happyĀ ā that optimism is arresting, infectiously pure. Warranted. He knows better than to cling to something so fleeting.Ā He knows better.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Stalling himself any longer would stifle the mood, sour her celebration. She felt better, her illness allowed her a taste of normalcy ( which he deems a farce. How cruel ;Ā the virulent demons lie in waitĀ ). Heād risen from his chair to approach, brought a hand up to dishevel her locks with fingers, allowing them to cascade in a flaxen mess. Somehow he feels guilt boring its pins, prodding and peppering his throat, futility swallowing the imaginary lump to quell its sting. He contributes to that false sense of hope, a half truth heād permit himself to indulgeĀ ā if anything it was for her sake. Hardened poker faces fared better elsewhere, not within these walls. Not within her presence.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Iām glad to hear that, but I still want you to take it easy, alright?Ā Ā āĀ Ā His voice had softened then, reattempting that question, hoping to gain some insight.Ā āĀ Ā I asked you before, about that man, where exactly did you meet him? What did he look like? I donāt expect you to remember everything, but even a vague description is enough. Something about this isnāt sitting properly with me.Ā Ā ā
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