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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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[stefanged]

[Stefan doesn't know Zaveid, but it's hard - no, it's impossible to forget what he had seen, what kind of courage this guy had to even think of taking out a close friend.

So while he's helping Beverly with her rounds, he lingers by Zaveid's bed longer than he has any right to. Quietly, with the faintest smile he can manage:] You did good out there.

[airily]

[ Zaveid can't help the intake of breath, the slight twitch of frustration and hurt - mostly because he doesn't want to think about how he knows he did the right thing. He doesn't want to think about how he knows that he had to do it, or more people would suffer.

All he can think about is Mikleo's laughter, Mikleo's rolling eyes, his youth and his kindness and their friendship, rotting around him.

He says nothing about it, of course, and instead just shrugs a shoulder, trying to be nonchalant. ]

Someone had to.

[stefanged]

[He must've hit a nerve, and Stefan can't blame him. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have even thought to broach this, but sometimes - sometimes he still imagines Mikleo's voice reminding him that he mixed a gel wrong, or that it's okay, he'll wake up any day now.

Stefan's no stranger to death, or to watching friends die under other friends' hands, but it doesn't make it any easier.]

Of course. It's just - ["It's weird seeing how my friends must've pulled me back from the brink." But this isn't about Stefan, so:] Nevermind. I brought food, if you wanted some.

[He shrugs, holding out some of the snacks he'd baked himself. Ma'amoul (Date-filled shortbread cookies) are nestled in with regular chocolate chip cookies and oatmeal raisin and basically anything and everything Stefan could cobble up on short notice.]

[airily]

[ It's hard to think about Mikleo. It's hard, not just because of the reality of it, but because of the faces and names he's lost in his lifetime, all the things that he's been through, the people he's lost... And Mikelo's another one of them. Another one that he had to end, and it hurts to think about because it reminds him of his own sins and his own losses, and that... That is just selfish.

He used to be good at that.

Looking down at the food, Zaveid relaxes a little, nodding his head. ]

Thanks. It's been ages since I had something sweet.

[stefanged]

No problem. [He gestures to each item as he speaks,] There's chocolate chip, and oatmeal raisin, and my personal favorite, date-filled shortbread cookies.

[Stefan's a lot more comfortable when it comes to food. Sure, he doesn't need to eat anymore, but it sure makes him feel human when he's rolling dough out and filling each batch with care and love. It also gives him time to relax and think things out a little, particularly when he's not sure how to proceed talking to someone he barely knows.]

I figured, if I'm gonna be the main one looking after you, [since Beverly sure can't see seraphim] I should bring some food too.