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Who: Everyone messed up by the dragon plot, and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Blue Fish's clinic!
When: All throughout the Solrius dragon plot and through the space flight to the next destination.

[So several RPG characters, a dragon, and two messianic figures walk into a planet.

Everything is suffering and tears, there's a lot of dead people, there's no punchline. But, hey, for the survivors, the Blue Fish's clinic is treating wounds and generally being a decent place to rest and recover and pray you don't see a dragon again. And for those who weren't involved, there's enough people bedridden here that there may just be someone you want to visit.]

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Aw, it couldn't have been ALL boring, right? What'd you like best?

[Belthazar hurries, but in the end it still takes him about fifteen minutes to fetch all of it. He comes in with a rolling metal cart absolutely loaded up with food. He knows how Allen eats by now, so there's a bunch of things: homemade bread, at least four pizzas, delicately-fried things, oven baked tallbird, an entire crockpot filled with stroganoff, three whole cakes, and several more trays loaded up with sandwiches and steaks and potatoes and fruit. He wheels it up to Allen's bed, then takes a moment to catch his breath. He did, after all, just push twice his weight in food across the whole ship. At a run.]

Here... you go... [He sinks into a chair.]

[ At least he can laugh, a little. ]

C'mon, now you're just being rude!

[ Then he takes a drink of his own, happily, content to let it warm him up... Until Dezel speaks again. Zaveid tenses, throat tight as he turns his head away. ]

That's not exactly how it works, y'know.

[ Because you're the Prime Babe, baby!

Zaveid just tilts his head, hand on his jaw. ]

Hm, I guess Dezel is young and 'promising'...

[ He's definitely doing it on purpose. ]

Then I'll hang around until you're ready, I guess.

[That gets a big grin out of her.]

Thanks. I'll heal fast, I promise.

[She nods.]

Now that you're awake, I'll lower the dosage, see if that helps.

Do you think you can eat? It doesn't have to be a whole lot, just some crackers or broth.

Tired, but it's nothing I can't handle.

[Honestly, she's not downplaying it either. Bad as this is, she's dealt with a lot worse crises.]

Yes, please. If I get food, I'll be able to heal myself faster. Anything is fine.

Apparently not in some worlds...

[ It comes out slightly sing-song, because maaaybe the whole thing is still more than a little bit amusing to him. ]

[ Okay, now he's laughing again~ ]

Don't look at me, man, I thought maybe that was just totally normal for around here, or somethin'.

Those worlds are wrong!

Nah, not... really.

[ Wait. ... Let him think about that for a second. ]

Okay no, now that you mention it? Maybe I'll own up to the impulsive part. But not the hero part.

Yeah. From all I've heard, I wish I'd known 'im, too. [ He lets out a breath of his own. ] And no doubt Sorey probably is takin' it really hard.

[ But he looks over at Belth again, at that last comment. Who? Did what now? ]

Syeira?

[gives him a look, leaning back slightly in her chair to cross her arms]

Right, you just ran in to fight a dragon for the fun of it, right?

Mmm. Over twenty years.

No problem. [Hesitates to sit back down before he just decides to go for it. That little coughing fit probably wore him out; he might need some assistance, and until someone else visits Sorey should stick around until they get here and free Beverly up for the other patients.]

...mind if I read? [Because the talking isn't working out but he's not going anywhere.]

[Well, yes, that was the point. He sets his glass on the table and leans back.]

We know how he works. He's going to blame himself more than anyone else.

Damn. Your ship must be pretty lucky to have you.

Fine, whatever. If you wanna play it cool, go on ahead.

[He don't get it himself. He knows if he was injured, EVERYONE would know about it.]

And you bet you do! Who would feed all the animals without you?

Alright. Good luck.

[He gives a sigh as he flops his head onto his pillow. Right, that happened]

[There's a pause, where Allen's mostly wondering why he wants to stay here and read. There's a library, there's his own ship, there's a dozen other places he could be. He has half the mind to point that out.

But honestly, the fit did wear him out, and he rather work on regulating his breathing again than start another argument]

...Sure. Do what you want.

Ah...right...

[He gulps]

Sorry, sure I wasn't the best company then.

Um...

[He has to think back, even though it just happened it seems like awhile ago]

Fighting in the Moxie tournaments were fun.

We're just gonna have to convince him otherwise.

[ His eyes flick to the bottle before he huffs, leaning back and pressing a hand to the side of his body gently. ]

It's not his fault entirely.

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