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“Are you breathing okay?”

“Where does it hurt?”

“Look at me. Come on, look at me!”

“Just take a deep breath for me.”

“I’m just going to check your pulse.”

“Keep breathing!”

“Can you hear me?”

“Let me check your heartbeat.”

“Shhh, it’s alright. It’s okay.”

“Stay with me! Keep your eyes open!”

“Your pulse is very quick. Just relax for me.”

“There’s nothing wrong….I just wanted to know something." 

She stopped in her tracks before facing him with bright pink cheeks, her eyes staring at the gravel filled ground. With their hands still intertwined - she swallowed hard before forcing her eyes to look into his.

Her sudden stop almost tripped Jamie up; he’d been paying such close attention to his own feet, trying to walk straight, that he nearly ran into Lenalee. Her grip on his hands stopped him, and Jamie stared at Lenalee, frowning a little.

His head was still foggy, still mushy. After a few seconds of letting her questions work its way through the slush, Jamie smiled. 

Taking his hand in hers, she began leading them back to the inn. Her face was as pink as a cherry blossom and holding his hand wasn’t helping that at all. She could feel all the callouses and warmth of his palm causing her heart to do flips in her chest. The place where her palm met his lips felt like it was on fire. Should she tell him how much she cared? He’d probably just shrug it off - they had no time for romance…

Jamie looked down, a little bleary, at the petite hand wrapped around his. He had taken her hand to thank her, but he hadn’t expected Lenalee to keep holding his hand.  So tightly. Her palm was warm, a little soft--but she was a woman and a warrior. Jamie could feel the power hidden in her gentle grip, a roughness around her fingers that had probably been wrapped by bandages hundreds of times. 

His head was definitely fuzzy, but Jamie wasn’t so sure it was just his injuries anymore. Only a few seconds ago he’d been so upset--so scared. It had been only his imagination playing cruel jokes, but the fear had been real.

And just like that, he felt safe as Lenalee’s palm pressed against his. He let his eyes slide closed, just for a second, and breathed. 

“Jay-chaaaaaaan!” the woman beams, hurrying up to the Scot like they’re old friends rather than strangers. Lyra rushes up from behind, whirling around on her heel once she’s past so she’s facing him. Her gloved hands clap together in front of her chest.

And it was--until a yell behind him startled Jamie so badly that his book toppled right out of his hands. The heavy thump echoed off the stone walls. A second later the shout turned into a girl, who grinned at him and waited expectantly for an answer to her question.

Though he was still trying to figure out what “chan” meant.

“D...do...’ave we...?” He’d met a lot of new people, but he found it hard to believe he would have completely forgotten someone so...loud. And friendly. But mostly loud was the first impression he was getting. 

With a blank look Jamie bent down to pick up his book, his eyes never quite leaving the girl in front of him. 

“Well if you insist,” She said while breezing past him to plop on his bed. “I am a little tired from all that climbing. Now come here.” Holding out her arms for a hug she beckoned him closer with a sweet smile that was at odds with her intentions.

A couple seconds alter he regrets it.

“Wh-wh...what?! That’s not...I-I didn’t mean--” His ears were hot before, but now it’s his whole face. The very idea of his grandmother, an old, Christian woman, stumbling upon “questionable evidence”....! It’s not like he’s particularly chatty about the fact that he has a girlfriend. 

“I w-wasn’t saying we...th-that we should...I mean...I w-w...wouldn’t..not--but--I j-just meant..--...A..Are you teasing me ?”

The better question is: when isn’t she teasing Jamie? HIs eyebrows pinc together and his face scrunches into an expression more flustered than actually upset. He sits heavily on the bed beside Eir, fiddling with his fingers--and ignoring her open arms. He wants the hug, but if she’s going to tease him, he’s not going to cave in. 

-“Oh, finaly you are awake! We found you in a horrid state…”

-“You are not supposed to move. Lay still!”

-“I hope you learned your lesson.”

-“Who did this atrocity to you?!”

-“Don’t you dare to tell anyone.”

-“No one will hear you here.”

-“Stop screaming!”

-“Please, wake up…”

-“Does it hurt if I touch?”

-“We should find you a doctor.”

-“How many fingers can you see?”

“Well anyway I got you to smile so that means it was a success,” She boasted while hopping from his windowsill onto the floor. “Besides why should only girls get flowers? I think it’s perfectly fine to give the person I love flowers.”

Jamie tries to get rid of the smile--but hiding it behind the flowers doesn’t work very well. She can probably still see it--and even if she can’t, there’s no way she’d miss how red his ears have gotten. Especially when she says “the person I love”. 

Punctuaing that comment with the brush of a quick kiss--what else can he do? Jamie’s resolve melts completely and he laughs.