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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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[Belthazar is there right when Allen wakes up, not surrounded by food exactly, but with eyes full of hope and his small, pale hands cradling Allen's normal one.]

Allen! [Oh, he's so relieved. It's on his face, in the way his eyes become instantly wet and he tries to blink it away.]

Ah... hahah... you really are okay.

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[Allen is kinda out of it, and you know, a bit surprised to see Belthazar]

Belthazar...? Where am I-?

[Congrats, you've been upgraded to Revered reputation.]

You're on the Blue Fish. I came to visit you to see-- to see how things went. You've been unconscious for days.

[He sits up straighter.] You said you were hungry. I brought food! It's in the icebox, but I can warm it up for you.

For days...? Is everyone else okay?

[Just shit man. DAYS IS A LOT]

And really? You do have food? [YES HE'LL TAKE FOOD]

Two? Maybe two and a half. I got here late, unfortunately.

[DAYS IS A LOT... but he's pleased to see Allen awake and back to his usual self.]

Of course I have food. What kind of question is that? [He scoffs, feigning offense.] I know better than to set foot on this ship without some kind of offering. Sokka would eat me instead.

Sokka wouldn't eat you. He'd just force you to work in our kitchen.

[maybe never let you go home. It's a thing]

But food would be great...I'm starving. Thank you.

Oh. How terrible. How absolutely reprehensible. Whatever shall I do.

[He loves cooking, he's not gonna pretend otherwise. Sarcasm only.]

I will fetch it for you. Stay put, all right?

[He gets up, then, and goes to leave. He'll only be gone for a few minutes but something in im doesn't want to leave Allen's side. Call it loyalty. Allen's a good friend, and, well, Belthazar doesn't have a lot of those.]

[He snorts at that. because hey, the sarcasm is a little funny]

I'll resist the urge to move, promise.

[NOT LIKE HE COULD GO ANYWHERE RIGHT NOW ANYWAY. But he'll stay put for Belthazar, super glad the kid is alright and that he's going to get food. ]

[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.]

[ Allen had spent that time just....getting himself oriented. figuring out where he was, what was going on around him. It looks like there was a lot of other people in the clinic. He almost tries to get up to go find out more, but...well, his legs stopped him pretty fast.

But when Belthazar comes rolling in with that metal CART full of food? He is completely astonished ]

Whoa-!

Belthazar! This is amazing! You made all this for me?!

[Belth holds up his hand weakly, silently asking for a minute. He needs to... breathe... he is still very much a glass cannon. What is physical stamina when you're a five foot tall nerd? When he's able to breathe a bit easier, he finally answers.]

I sort of-- I threw together everything that was left over from the other day, and then some... You can share with Sokka if it's too much.

[He knows it won't be too much.]

No, no! This is perfect! Thank you so much!

[SO HAPPY. REACHING OVER AND GRABBING THE FIRST THING HE CAN FIND. Oh god it's all so good looking...]

[He's relieved that Allen seems like himself despite everything he just went through. It's nice to have a sense of normalcy. He smiles softly as he gets up.]

I'll leave you to it, then. Do not hesitate to call for me if you need anything.

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