[Felih sighs again, knowing full well now the Lord Commander and Era were about each other, and shakes his head gently.]
You two are both hopeless- too concerned about others to worry about your own health. The Lord Commander would take Red Throat if it meant staying at your side. Very well... let's set that aside for now. I would rather see you fed and starting to gather strength.
[With that, he carefully sets a tray over her lap, upon which a filled bowl of the stew is set, along with some water, and some fresh fruit juice- something Felih no doubt went off to make himself, considering his fondness for the fresh treat. There is a small roll of bread with the soup as well, fresh-baked by the Fortemps kitchen.]
Go on ahead- let me know if there is aught you desire.
[And he begins to eat as well, at her beside, his own meal resting on her bedside table. Rolanberry is fussily nosing at Felih's arm, trying to get to his share of food, and Felih has to laugh and sigh, offering him a piece of bread to appease the greedy carbuncle.]
[ Well excuse you Felih!! They are not hopeless!! Gosh. At least Aymeric isn't. Though she doesn't understand why he saw fit to add 'if it meant staying at your side', but supposes it must be because they're the best of friends. Clearly! ]
It is difficult enough to attempt to live up to my title without the added difficulty of fearing for my own health. [ Perhaps the fever has made her a bit loose-tongued, but she isn't about to take her words back. They're the truth - how can she be the hero Eorzea needs if she is too fearful of her own death to push forward? ] I would, however, fear the wrath of Lucia should our dear Lord Commander fall ill.
[ And it goes without saying that if Aymeric fell ill Era would drop everything to care for him. But that's yet another matter entirely, and right now she has warm food on her lap begging to be eaten even if she can feel a bout of nausea already from the smell alone.
She split the roll in half, dipping it briefly into the stew and letting the excess drip out before placing it to the side for Carbuncle. While normally Era never feeds it food (she is stingy, and Carbuncles don't need it), at the moment it's quite prudent to ensure it receives aether from food rather than from herself given how low her reserves are at the moment.
Swallowing thickly, Era takes a small spoonful of the stew and begins eating slowly. It's a struggle, with her hands traitorously shaky and her throat fighting against her every step of the way. She pauses regularly to drink some water and juice, right up until a particularly bad upsurgence of nausea strikes her and she immediately finishes her meal, lest what she already ate come back up.
She's managed about a third of the bowl in all. A pittance compared to what a normal person might eat in a meal, let alone the Warrior of Light and her near infamous appetite. ]
Thank you for the meal, Felih. I shall attempt more later.
[You are both absolutely hopeless and Felih knows because he's had to watch you two both dance around each other for years. He sees you and your shenanigans, Miss Era!!! And Aymeric, too!
Still, he sighs and gently pats her on the shoulder comfortingly as she speaks.]
'Tis true that you are a powerful person, precious and beloved by many- looked to by more. But it is crucial that you rest- you are still human, after all. You need rest and recovery, you get ill and hurt, just like any mortal. The Lord Commander would not fault you for taking time to recover, nor would anyone else here.
Though, Lucia's protectiveness if legendary, so mayhaps we shouldn't risk sending the Commander back ill... [He cracks a wry smile then, eating a bit more of his meal before he notes the way Era barely eats, and his ears lower in deep concern.]
...my lady, you have hardly eaten. You cannot truly be sated with just that...? Is something wrong? Do you need help?
Weapons are not meant to fall ill or get hurt. [ She frowns at the tray on her lap. It's.
Hard.
Very hard, most days, to think of herself as person like everyone else. She doesn't think she's above them - far from it, in fact - but all she's ever known in her life has been being a tool for one cause or another. The Warrior of Light is Hydaelyn's blade. Until the world is safe from the encroaching darkness she is not a person.
That doesn't mean she hasn't improved her mindset over the years. The incident that caused Felih to be all but forced onto her as a retainer was quite the wake-up call to her allies - no longer do they ask favours and make demands of her nonstop. They know her to be fallible now, even if Era does not allow it of herself. And Aymeric and Edmont have always treated her first and foremost as a woman who happens to be a warrior, not the other way around. ]
As awful as it would be for Aymeric to learn the truth of my condition it would be preferable for Lord Edmont worrying himself over me.
[ But if Aymeric were to fall ill then Edmont would worry that he might lose another child, and it would be all Era's fault. Perhaps if she told Aymeric she was ill and requested he not visit her... Aymeric might acquiesce reluctantly, as she so rarely asks things of him. ]
Perhaps I'll inform him, and extract a promise from him that he not allow Edmont to find out, nor that he visit me.
[ Yes. That should work. Right? Everything will be fine and even if Aymeric worries a little bit it's better than Edmont's fretting.
But back on the topic of food -- ]
I did say my appetite had suffered. [ Maybe that's a bit of an understatement, but. Well. It's not a lie. ] If we keep it warm with fire shards I can eat small amounts at more frequent intervals. I know the importance of it, though my stomach is keen to fight with me as of late.
[ Now please take the tray away, Felih, because she is going to have another awful coughing fit and she'd rather not get stew all over everything. Or cough all over you. ]
[Felih immediately tenses then, tail bristling and lashing before he reaches out to very gently take her hand and squeeze it. His heart aches for her, and his growing concerns never truly seem to die down, especially not in regards to his friend, who works herself far too hard. She hardly gets to rest, and is always pushed further and further beyond her limits...]
You're not merely a weapon, my lady. Do not say such miserable things... You're a human being. You need rest and recovery as much as any other, no matter how strong you may be.
As for Lord Edmont... my lady, we reside in his home, he cannot avoid discovering your state for long. The best thing to do to put him at ease is to reassure him you are resting and receiving treatment- I will ensure you are never without the rubycress draught.
[Still, he's more and more concerned about her lack of appetite, but he does move her tray of food aside, setting some fire shards around the bowl as she instructs to keep the food warm for the time being.]
If your stomach is trying to fight you, there are potent remedies for it. A drink of fermented ginger is a common and easy fix, and will allow you to eat with less struggle- I could easily go procure some for you.
[ Her body language speaks of how much she wishes she weren't - of how tired she is of having so many burdens to carry. She doesn't loathe her title, really. It's more that she's simply resigned herself to her fate. That for all the lives she's taken and all the lives she's failed to save she must do her best to make up for it however she can.
...And get out of her with your logic, Felih. She doesn't want any of it. Don't make her tell Edmont. Don't tell him.
Her eyes well up with frustrated tears she doesn't allow to fall. ]
He doesn't need to know that it's the Red Throat that has struck me down. Just that I am ill and don't wish for company.
[ Era watches Felih follow her suggestion and can't help but grimace at his suggestion. She's not overly fond of either fermented drinks or ginger, so it's not the most appealing solution. ]
Warrior of Light you may be, but the Warrior of Light is no god. You are human, my lady. Please, do not let the world run you so ragged as to forget that.
[Still, his ears fall low to see her in such low spirits as well, and he only hopes he can find a way to cheer her. But mayhaps it is not him who will be able to do that- some comforts can only be drawn by true family, the closest of friends, or even lovers. Edmont or Aymeric would have better luck, he reasons.]
Alright... I will do my best to be discreet about it. Still, I feel uneasy being untruthful to the man. He is a good soul.
And please, do try to eat. You know I'll fuss if you don't. [He's joking a bit now, cracking a smile.]
[ Era agrees that she is no god, though disagrees with the rest. From the moment she first woke in this world she has been the Mothercrystal's blade. And it's difficult to forget something Era hasn't properly learned in the first place - though she's gotten better at treating herself as human for the better part of the last year, even if she's relapsed some thanks to the illness. ]
It is not being untruthful. I am truly ill, and don't wish for his company. We cannot risk his health, Felih. His age puts him at greater risk... [ whereas she, Felih, and even Aymeric would be far more likely to brush off the Red Throat with no lasting effects. ]
You'll fuss even if I do. [ she offers the smallest of smiles in return. ] I'll try again in another bell.
[ It'll give her time for what she did eat to digest enough that if she does vomit afterwards it'd just be blood and not sustenance! See how smart she is? Super smart! ]
That is true... and I would not see him ill, as well. Then I shall be cautious and ensure he keeps his distance until you too, are recovered.
...and don't tease. You know I can't help it- your health is important to me, my lady. But so long as you promise to try and eat some more later... then I'll be content.
Is there aught else I can provide...? I suppose you must need rest more than anything else, during your recovery...
I should recover soon enough, provided there is no sudden and desperate need of me to slay a Primal. [ It's supposed to be a joke, but. Well. It's also a legitimate concern. ]
Just continue as you are and all will be fine. [ She pauses, then adds: ] Though pray wake me at regular intervals to eat.
[Felih sighs, still ever the worrywart, but gently smiles and nods. He only hopes she will recover soon- and he will dutifully attend to her until then.]
Yes, of course, my lady. I'll ensure all is well... do rest for now. You will need a lot of it in the coming days. I'll ensure no one else comes to disturb your rest until you've recovered.
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You two are both hopeless- too concerned about others to worry about your own health. The Lord Commander would take Red Throat if it meant staying at your side. Very well... let's set that aside for now. I would rather see you fed and starting to gather strength.
[With that, he carefully sets a tray over her lap, upon which a filled bowl of the stew is set, along with some water, and some fresh fruit juice- something Felih no doubt went off to make himself, considering his fondness for the fresh treat. There is a small roll of bread with the soup as well, fresh-baked by the Fortemps kitchen.]
Go on ahead- let me know if there is aught you desire.
[And he begins to eat as well, at her beside, his own meal resting on her bedside table. Rolanberry is fussily nosing at Felih's arm, trying to get to his share of food, and Felih has to laugh and sigh, offering him a piece of bread to appease the greedy carbuncle.]
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It is difficult enough to attempt to live up to my title without the added difficulty of fearing for my own health. [ Perhaps the fever has made her a bit loose-tongued, but she isn't about to take her words back. They're the truth - how can she be the hero Eorzea needs if she is too fearful of her own death to push forward? ] I would, however, fear the wrath of Lucia should our dear Lord Commander fall ill.
[ And it goes without saying that if Aymeric fell ill Era would drop everything to care for him. But that's yet another matter entirely, and right now she has warm food on her lap begging to be eaten even if she can feel a bout of nausea already from the smell alone.
She split the roll in half, dipping it briefly into the stew and letting the excess drip out before placing it to the side for Carbuncle. While normally Era never feeds it food (she is stingy, and Carbuncles don't need it), at the moment it's quite prudent to ensure it receives aether from food rather than from herself given how low her reserves are at the moment.
Swallowing thickly, Era takes a small spoonful of the stew and begins eating slowly. It's a struggle, with her hands traitorously shaky and her throat fighting against her every step of the way. She pauses regularly to drink some water and juice, right up until a particularly bad upsurgence of nausea strikes her and she immediately finishes her meal, lest what she already ate come back up.
She's managed about a third of the bowl in all. A pittance compared to what a normal person might eat in a meal, let alone the Warrior of Light and her near infamous appetite. ]
Thank you for the meal, Felih. I shall attempt more later.
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Still, he sighs and gently pats her on the shoulder comfortingly as she speaks.]
'Tis true that you are a powerful person, precious and beloved by many- looked to by more. But it is crucial that you rest- you are still human, after all. You need rest and recovery, you get ill and hurt, just like any mortal. The Lord Commander would not fault you for taking time to recover, nor would anyone else here.
Though, Lucia's protectiveness if legendary, so mayhaps we shouldn't risk sending the Commander back ill... [He cracks a wry smile then, eating a bit more of his meal before he notes the way Era barely eats, and his ears lower in deep concern.]
...my lady, you have hardly eaten. You cannot truly be sated with just that...? Is something wrong? Do you need help?
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Hard.
Very hard, most days, to think of herself as person like everyone else. She doesn't think she's above them - far from it, in fact - but all she's ever known in her life has been being a tool for one cause or another. The Warrior of Light is Hydaelyn's blade. Until the world is safe from the encroaching darkness she is not a person.
That doesn't mean she hasn't improved her mindset over the years. The incident that caused Felih to be all but forced onto her as a retainer was quite the wake-up call to her allies - no longer do they ask favours and make demands of her nonstop. They know her to be fallible now, even if Era does not allow it of herself. And Aymeric and Edmont have always treated her first and foremost as a woman who happens to be a warrior, not the other way around. ]
As awful as it would be for Aymeric to learn the truth of my condition it would be preferable for Lord Edmont worrying himself over me.
[ But if Aymeric were to fall ill then Edmont would worry that he might lose another child, and it would be all Era's fault. Perhaps if she told Aymeric she was ill and requested he not visit her... Aymeric might acquiesce reluctantly, as she so rarely asks things of him. ]
Perhaps I'll inform him, and extract a promise from him that he not allow Edmont to find out, nor that he visit me.
[ Yes. That should work. Right? Everything will be fine and even if Aymeric worries a little bit it's better than Edmont's fretting.
But back on the topic of food -- ]
I did say my appetite had suffered. [ Maybe that's a bit of an understatement, but. Well. It's not a lie. ] If we keep it warm with fire shards I can eat small amounts at more frequent intervals. I know the importance of it, though my stomach is keen to fight with me as of late.
[ Now please take the tray away, Felih, because she is going to have another awful coughing fit and she'd rather not get stew all over everything. Or cough all over you. ]
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You're not merely a weapon, my lady. Do not say such miserable things... You're a human being. You need rest and recovery as much as any other, no matter how strong you may be.
As for Lord Edmont... my lady, we reside in his home, he cannot avoid discovering your state for long. The best thing to do to put him at ease is to reassure him you are resting and receiving treatment- I will ensure you are never without the rubycress draught.
[Still, he's more and more concerned about her lack of appetite, but he does move her tray of food aside, setting some fire shards around the bowl as she instructs to keep the food warm for the time being.]
If your stomach is trying to fight you, there are potent remedies for it. A drink of fermented ginger is a common and easy fix, and will allow you to eat with less struggle- I could easily go procure some for you.
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[ Her body language speaks of how much she wishes she weren't - of how tired she is of having so many burdens to carry. She doesn't loathe her title, really. It's more that she's simply resigned herself to her fate. That for all the lives she's taken and all the lives she's failed to save she must do her best to make up for it however she can.
...And get out of her with your logic, Felih. She doesn't want any of it. Don't make her tell Edmont. Don't tell him.
Her eyes well up with frustrated tears she doesn't allow to fall. ]
He doesn't need to know that it's the Red Throat that has struck me down. Just that I am ill and don't wish for company.
[ Era watches Felih follow her suggestion and can't help but grimace at his suggestion. She's not overly fond of either fermented drinks or ginger, so it's not the most appealing solution. ]
We shall try more frequent, smaller meals first.
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Warrior of Light you may be, but the Warrior of Light is no god. You are human, my lady. Please, do not let the world run you so ragged as to forget that.
[Still, his ears fall low to see her in such low spirits as well, and he only hopes he can find a way to cheer her. But mayhaps it is not him who will be able to do that- some comforts can only be drawn by true family, the closest of friends, or even lovers. Edmont or Aymeric would have better luck, he reasons.]
Alright... I will do my best to be discreet about it. Still, I feel uneasy being untruthful to the man. He is a good soul.
And please, do try to eat. You know I'll fuss if you don't. [He's joking a bit now, cracking a smile.]
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It is not being untruthful. I am truly ill, and don't wish for his company. We cannot risk his health, Felih. His age puts him at greater risk... [ whereas she, Felih, and even Aymeric would be far more likely to brush off the Red Throat with no lasting effects. ]
You'll fuss even if I do. [ she offers the smallest of smiles in return. ] I'll try again in another bell.
[ It'll give her time for what she did eat to digest enough that if she does vomit afterwards it'd just be blood and not sustenance! See how smart she is? Super smart! ]
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That is true... and I would not see him ill, as well. Then I shall be cautious and ensure he keeps his distance until you too, are recovered.
...and don't tease. You know I can't help it- your health is important to me, my lady. But so long as you promise to try and eat some more later... then I'll be content.
Is there aught else I can provide...? I suppose you must need rest more than anything else, during your recovery...
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Just continue as you are and all will be fine. [ She pauses, then adds: ] Though pray wake me at regular intervals to eat.
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Yes, of course, my lady. I'll ensure all is well... do rest for now. You will need a lot of it in the coming days. I'll ensure no one else comes to disturb your rest until you've recovered.