#cyknight

(part of an art trade with @localhypnofruit‼️)

Zooming past castle gates, and thankfully not through them, a chipper Cyborg would rush their way through hall after hall of the Hollyberrian Kingdom's castle. It was with a smile as wide as a typical kingdom goer's stomach after a feast that Cy would slam open the door to their beloved's resting quarters. Sure, it had gotten a yell from the nervous blonde that lay in his bed, but this was typical for the both of them. It was only the coughs afterward that had caught Cyborg's attention. They hadn't heard those sounds before!

Floating themself beside Knight's bed, the half-bot would look down at the royal guard with a mix of joy and curiosity. "Knighty, you silly blondie, what are you doing in bed this late? Here I thought you'd be up and at 'em already!" The knight shuffled beneath the blankets of his bed, the adrenaline from his initial scare dying down as he looked up to the partly organic being with a weak smile. The bags under his eyes and the way his smile wobbled at the ends were indications to Cyborg that something was wrong. They didn't say anything of it, thinking that Knight would give an explanation for them. "Ah, I wish I could…" Knight began, voice hoarse. "I was even supposed to train with Wildberry today, and I know you do not know him, but… he's very important."

Cyborg would cock their head to the side, trying to prompt the explanation out of him. It did. "But… it seems I have caught a bug of some kind. Princess told me she'd assign a temporary knight while I rest, but-…" "Then why don't you run your anti-virus?" Cyborg would blurt out, offering a solution in the way that they understood. The blonde would look at them, giving a breathy laugh and shaking his head. "We don't have anything like that unless you count our uh… immune system?" Cyborg would give a puzzled expression through their visor's LEDs, plopping beside Knight on the bed, causing a bounce that prompted a small 'woah-' from the guardsman. "Then run your im… immunnie… ssyyyyst… whatever it is! I'm sure that'll get you back in shape sooner than later! And I can watch you train!"

"No, Cy, that's… that's not how it works." Knight could give another chuckle, though it was interrupted with a small coughing fit. "Excuse me- ah, but- It's not that easy for us. Our bodies work independently of what we want, and we can only really um… influence what it does. Like with food and rest. Which is what I'm doing." There was a soft whirr of Cyborg's internal engine as they processed the explanation. Or, at least… tried to process it. "So, like, plants or something? How you can only do so much for them?" Something scratched the back of their mind about that, in a way that they didn't particularly like. They'd hum and brush away the thought, instead looking for food in Knight's room that he would be used for treatment. There's water, sure, but… "Hey, wait a second! You only have rest! We need to get you some food!" Knight would run a hand through his hair, grateful for the concern, even if they were a little much. They were more than endearing. "I know, I know. One of the chefs is preparing some for me so-" "I WILL GO GET THE FOOD TO CURE YOUR BUG!!" "My sweet battery, you don't need to-"