#epiosirida

“Should I be concerned for my life now that I’ve been called attractive out of all the Heirs?”

With the food and Ica looking away, Luuvalo can now do his work. Which is taking this huge axe and whacking the door to Anaxagoras' laboratory down. That man will be fed. One way or another.

Me: Be nice. You care about Luuvalo.

Anaxa: I never claimed I didn't. I can care about him and still call him a wet paper bag.

pickup/carry prompts || accepting!

Normally, Phainon wouldn't stop her. He knows how dedicated Hyacine is, how much she actually helped people and could get work done, but when it got to the point that even Little Ica was tugging at his sleeve to try and get Phainon's help, he figured it was time to finally step in, no longer wanting Hyacine to overwork herself.

Letting Ica guide him to the Alchemy Commission, he would give the pegasus a pat on the head in thanks before carefully sneaking up to Hyacine, who had been overlooking a chart. Without warning, Phainon lifts her up, holstering her over his shoulder and waving at other patrons in the area as if this was some regular occurrence.

"My, my, Miss Hyacine! You clearly forgot our outing. This won't do, come now, I want to try Immortal's Delight today."

Phainon didn't actually have an outing established, but this was his way of subtly telling Hyacine where they were going without causing panic to anyone else around them. Really, he should have stayed around to get some advice for his own conditions, but that could wait. Hyacine needed respite first. "Don't you want to try some Immortal's Delight too, Little Ica? I bet it tastes really good."

@epiosirida fevers don't care how strong you are.

"Dearest Hyacine, I implore you, bestow not such precious resources upon me for a mere trifle such as this fever."

Another feverish mumble escapes him as he remains sitting down, though the way he hasn't moved a single muscle suggests that if he did move his head to follow her movements, he might become dizzy. Even after finally shedding his armor, the heat of the fever refused to break, and it was unclear where he'd even gained it. Bangs damp from both the cold water from the rag he'd been using beforehand, and the cold sweat he was breaking into. Clearly attempting to soothe the fever before her timely arrival.

But clearly, he had, in the very least, already been tending to himself, avoiding strenuous activity, and even went as far as to find a secluded spot to sit.

What kind of person would become an assistant to the great Anaxagoras? That's a question many had, but none put as much thought as Luuvalo did. The Kalevalan Officer often worried for the young scholar. He often put himself in danger for the sake of science for Mother Bear’s sake! It was enough for him to turn gray. Not that his age wasn't a factor but—!! 

Luuvalo stops at the laboratory. Worrying for Anaxagoras is a full time job. Not many people would want this job. In the past some have tried. Who wouldn't be under the mentorship of one of the greatest, if not the greatest minds in Kalevalan history? Unfortunately, much like Luuvalo, Anaxagoras’ own unfriendly disposition made it hard for others to get along with him.

Truly he was a good man. He just… was a bit harsh in his wording at times. A bit too tough on those who didn't seek out answers.

The Officer bites the inside of his mouth. He can only hope this new assistant could handle him for a week. Just a week and the man could see that it doesn't hurt to have help!

A knock is given at the door three times with his free hand. His other hand held a box of gingerbread cookies for the assistant. His hair is sleeked back, uniform crisp and well kept. Golden eyes that seemed sorrowful to the well trained eye. Fierce if someone didn't know him. He hopes the cookies would ease the assistant from his scary face.