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He wants to be left alone. Surely you have better things to do.

G’raha Tia

He seems to handle injuries well in battle.

But nausea? Absolutely not.

He keeps trying to read while bedridden, but he can’t focus with the pounding headache.

He thanks you excessively whenever you bring him food, water, or fresh pajamas.

He uses this time to talk with you, to truly get you to open up and share your stories.

He’d ignore a migraine just to hear you talk.

Being cared for like a child by your own hero is a little embarrassing, though… even if he’s secretly enjoying every second of it.

Urianger

“Rest assured, I myself have taken up the art of healing. Thou needst not slave over my bedside.”

He says this right before fainting.

He attempts to hide every symptom he has and fails miserably.

As if being cared for presents some sort of philosophical crisis.

Or, alternatively, he swings the complete opposite direction and dramatically exaggerates every little thing.

You suppose he simply wants to discover how many different ways he can say “I feel like shit” using his excessive vocabulary and colorful prose.

You’ve never had to stop a patient from reading before.

An absolute little bitch in the face of nausea.

Y’shtola

“Surely the Warrior of Light has other things to attend to.”

She says this while fully relaxing into the warmth of your healing spells.

She’s intelligent enough to know when to take an excuse to rest.

If she can walk, however, she will absolutely get up every three bells to make her own tea.

She already has the tinctures you were going to recommend prepared.

You know you would die if you told the world that sick Y’shtola cocoons herself under three blankets when she’s unwell.

Or that her face finally looks so soft and unguarded when she falls into a deep sleep.

Tataru

“Well, if it’s my turn to relax…”

The Warrior of Light taking care of her? She will never let you live this down.

Has absolutely no complaints about staying in bed all day.

Hates the way you make tea. There’s a reason she’s been in charge of tea for all these years.

A little bit of a drama queen when it comes to pain.

Krile

Always the last person to admit she isn’t feeling well.

It’s her job to heal, isn’t it?

But at the end of the day, she isn’t one to complain about taking breaks if no one around her is hurt.

She directs you around the medicine cabinets like you haven’t lived in the Rising Stones for years.

She keeps asking what spells you’re using.

You shush her because her voice sounds like straight sandpaper.

Alisaie

You’ve never met a patient who could be so annoying

She can take some serious hits.

But a stomach ache? Some chills? Dizziness? Nuh uh.

That isn’t to say she wouldn’t power through if it were life-threatening.

But when it isn’t?

She’s going to become incredibly restless during bed rest.

Very, very restless.

She gets irritated and keeps telling you to leave.

And you’re not leaving.

But then she also wants you to stay.

Sigh.

Alphinaud

It is preposterous that you think he would be sick.

Okay, fine. Maybe a little sick.

But certainly not sick enough to justify using magic over.

Okay. Very sick. Hand him the wastebin. He’ll be a good patient now.

He feels like he doesn’t deserve your care.

Every spell, tonic, soup, and cold compress leaves a little more guilt sitting heavily in his stomach.

G’raha Tia

When you meet in ARR, he’s a bit socially naive and confused by you.

In Shadowbringers, he’s much more appreciative of your attitude…

Almost as if he missed it or something.

He wants to get mad in the moment, but you’re often right—especially when you call out the difficult truths no one wants to acknowledge.

Urianger

When you first join the Scions, he is a much more private and secretive man.

Now, he has finally come to recognize the underlying humor in your remarks.

He understands that your sharpness is ultimately a defense born from all you have endured.

And he cannot wait to stand by your side as you face whatever trials await.

Y’shtola

Well, two can play at this game.

It’s not as if she wasn’t raised by a grumpy cave witch or something.

And she knows you’ll eventually give in.

She sees the painful truths beneath everything, doesn’t she?

Tataru

Pfft. She sees right through you.

She’s got jokes.

She could have your ass dragged halfway across the deserts of Thanalan if she really wanted to.

But she knows you mean well.

She simply understands that you struggle to express those feelings properly.

Krile

Oh, she knows sass.

She knows how to throw sass back—and you are no expert compared to her.

You’re lucky she’s far too kind.

Otherwise, you’d experience a complete ego death.

She's sparing you.

Alisaie

Ohhhh. Being a menace is both of your love languages.

Everything becomes a competition between you two.

She would never admit that you’re similar, though.

Immovable object versus unstoppable force dynamic.

Pretending to hate each other as a joke type beat.

Alphinaud

He follows along shyly at first, worried about getting on your bad side.

But eventually, he understands.

The dry remarks, the sarcasm, the bluntness…

When the two of you are alone, without mission or duty, he’s so giggly—blushing at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

And yet, you never seem to realize it.

Perhaps you simply see him as an avid fan, a hero worshipper.

Or maybe he’s so nervous all the time that you couldn’t even tell the difference.

He wishes so deeply that you would see it.

He couldn’t risk your friendship, nor his position among the Scions, by making some bold, lustful move.

Urianger:

It’s not every day that the Warrior of Light visits him in the library, but it happens often enough.

He helps you with whatever research is relevant to the quests you’ve taken on lately.

He feels as though he’s come to know you and your motives much better.

It has been ages since he’s flirted with anyone, and he’s never been a particularly forward man.

So when he slyly brushes your hand while handing you something, or when he looks deeply into your eyes, his voice deep and slow as he speaks, he hopes to get some sort of reaction from you.

But it never comes.

He even tries a few jokes and an innuendo (albeit delivered with his characteristically dry humor).

Now he’s overthinking it, ruminating over your every reaction long after you’ve left.

Y’shtola:

The two of you sit alone over wine, an intimate environment, but not one too far removed from your usual outings.

She looks up at you from beneath her lashes.

She guides the conversation, allowing small pieces of praise to slip between the sharper remarks she delivers so effortlessly.

Her hand rests on your knee by the second drink.

She’s trying her best to be playful.

She’s never blushed like this in front of you before.

And yet you barely notice the change in her demeanor. She blames your dislike of eye contact.

She may have to be far, far more forward… perhaps after one more glass of dry red.

Tataru:

She smiles slyly as she hands you your tea, having finally memorized exactly how you take it.

She immediately offers you all of her advice, free of charge, whenever you mention anything about personal budgeting.

She gives you flirty looks from below, her smile full of ulterior motives.

It should have come as no shock when she came to you offering to share the finest bottle of Ul’dahn champagne she’d purchased in years.

Yet you seem so surprised that she chose you for such a thing.

As if she hasn’t been trying to get you alone for moons.

Eye roll.

Krile:

She’s always given you little smirks.

There seem to be different types of smirks, but you really can't place their meanings.

She’s tried praise. Suggestive remarks. Nothing works.

When she finally says something far too straightforward, she can’t help but giggle as you once again miss the signal entirely.

She won’t tease you about it, but she absolutely tells ’Raha.

Then again, he’s just as oblivious as you are when it comes to social cues.

Alisaie:

Oh, the two of you get each other so wound up—giggling and laughing until you’re bent over in pain.

You poke fun at each other and pretend to hate one another.

Unless it’s business, nothing comes out of her mouth that isn’t catty, sarcastic, competitive, or downright aggressive.

She calls you coward, bitch, loser, and worse.

Play fighting is practically your love language.

The more she grows to like you, the more she wonders if this looks entirely like a sibling dynamic to you.

She tried sarcastically implying she’s into you… and you just kept joking like normal.

She can’t just “make a move.” That would imply she likes you or something.

Alphinaud:

He looks up to you so dearly.

He’s such a sweetheart; his love and romantic intentions are incredibly pure.

He wishes he could protect you even a fraction as much as you protect him.

He’s had romantic experiences before, but looking back, they always flirted with him rather than the other way around.

His wealth and academic success made him a very sought-after bachelor in Sharlayan. But now? With someone so far above him…

He knows not whether he would try to win you over, or if he would even be capable of mustering the courage.

Estinien: - Quite dumbfounded, how did he miss that? - Furiously tries to remember your every interaction but genuinely comes up with nothing - He tries to keep an even face in front of the Scions, but fails to hide a little smirk the next few times you spoke alone - It raises his pulse a bit, packs some anxiety, but not enough for him to jump out the window this time - He must always keep very a serious face >:[ - Should he have attempted to grow closer to you? How would he even do so? - He refrains from teasing you out loud, but he definitely does so in his head for many moons - He considers it buried & won't attempt to make any move on you... but he now realizes he wouldn't necessarily be opposed to any you make on him G'raha: - You... he..? - Ears pinned back, blushing tenfold, suddenly very interested in grabbing his own wrists and fleeing the room - You had been his hero for centuries—how could he not already love you so deeply? - But used to? He supposes he's done a lot of things since then. Deceived you. Manipulated events. Carried out plans he believed were for the greater good. - Should he even be trying to “win you back”? No, of course not. But somehow, his actions toward you begin to suggest otherwise.