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  Lon’qu had been distracted, slowly sharpening his sword to distract his mind. However sharpening swords wasn’t very exciting. His mind kept wandering to happy things, sad things, and everything in between. His hands stopped long ago and he was stuck staring at the campfire.

   He was slow to respond when he heard a voice, looking up and around to find who it was.

   “Libra,” he said. “Yeah, I’ve been doing fine. I’ve lost some sleep though. What about you? Have you been okay?”

FLAXEN locks frame a delicate, ivory complexion ; cheeks glistening faintly from from exhausting his vocal cords with vocalizations of worship only a couple moments prior. The friar still wasn’t accustomed to the subtle panging in his heart that emerged whenever he was around the myrmidon, the disquiet he felt whenever he recalled the moment the other had stepped in front of him to take a blow on his behalf. He didn’t think himself necessarily worthy of being on the recipient of such a noble act. Naturally, it was his own duty to protect in the name of Naga and of his country. To have had such a blow deflected by another human being was... INCORRECT. 

IT was perhaps the only reason he frequently sought out the other, asking him if he was well. The frequent growling of his empty stomach went ignored everytime his heart raced, every time he made queries regarding Lon’qu’s health. And he was right to do so. This fatality was his responsibility, and he wouldn’t cease his prayers or his habitual check-ups until he was absolutely certain he had atoned completely for such a grave inconvenience.

“   I’ve been... well.   ” He wasn’t completely lying, but he wouldn’t trifle his dearest with his own earthly struggles. 

          Dearest? Is that what I am to refer to him as, now? 

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It was bright and sunny afternoon, as Lissa dragged Lon’qu by the wrist to an older section of the palace. There she revealed a beautiful garden filled with various flowers and vegetables. There were vines that overtook the place walls, and one particular thing about the garden was it was filled to the brim with sunflowers. The yellow flower outnumbered the other plants in the garden greatly.

Lon’qu knew it was easiest to check temperature on the forehead so he simply let it happen this once. He waved Robin off about it after her apologies.

   Breath straining, he attempted to sit up in his cot to little success. Suddenly Lon’qu began to cough violently but did it in the opposite direction of Robin and into his elbow. It stopped after about a minute and some blood traced Lon’qu’s sleeve.

   “Not at all.” He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse. “It hurts…”

She bit her lip as she watched him struggle to rise, before faltering as he began coughing. Her eyes widened in horror as his fit ended, leaving traces of blood on his sleeve. 

“Gods, is that blood?” she asked, her pitch rising. She rubbed her thumb along the side of her index finger in an attempt to calm herself--it would do neither of them any good for her to begin panicking.

But she’d never seen anyone cough up blood. It wasn’t anything new for the Shepherds to get an illness or two, but nothing like this.

Right. Calm. She could do that.

Upon seeing the Feroxi swordsman far more flushed than could be considered normal, Robin had pressed her hand to his forehead. But now, she retracted her hand quickly.