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[beautyanddeath]

Ah, such misfortune! To be bedridden at such a beautiful time of year! But one cannot choose when illness befalls one's self, and so I must bear this with all possible grace

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[eternalorchid]

Aniue! What ails you? Perhaps Spring's illness has caught up with you?

Aa.. I shall get you whatever you need! Please do not strain yourself!

[beautyanddeath]

Perhaps so...

Thank you, Ranmaru. Let us hope this will pass quickly. I am not one who often falls ill.

[eternalorchid]

There is no person who does not fall ill. This warrior has been prone to it once or twice when he has been careless...

[ Setting the stack of books aside, then touching his hand ]

How are you doing now?

[beautyanddeath]

Oh? Careless...?

[A brief chuckle follows, then a faint smile at the touch.]

I have felt worse...

[A pause, as he turns his head away. A moment later, a sideways look is given.]

...Ah, but I have certainly felt better than this. Perhaps I will sleep...