衛生兵 To meet one of the brave warriors who had come together in battle against the sorceress Ultimecia and saved--- quite literally--- all of time was certainly an honor, one the medic was not about to ignore whether the young man appreciated the subtle reverence or not. Even before a proper response developed on the man’s tongue, Braska had already lowered his gaze, his head, to bow in a greeting he considered warranted, worthy. It was only after he looked back, raised his head, that he noticed--- ever so slightly--- the commander looked uncomfortable.
To business, then--- The brightness he had carried in his eyes only dimmed slightly. He made sure that the gentle smile he wore was well-maintained. Then, with a nod, he listened to the solemn request. Anxiety. It was hardly uncommon, even among those who had hardly seen battle. Still, he was not one to hand medication out without need. A wave of his hand indicated that the younger man follow him. Then, in an attempt to lighten the mood, he spoke---
“ Don’t we all, now and then... Here. ” He paused to indicate a seat, taking one himself.
“ What was it that finally made you ask, if you don’t mind my asking... ? Lack of sleep?
Too much sleep? Shakes... ? The more I know, the more I can do--- ”