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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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[ He feels awkward now, and uncomfortable, because he'd already not-promised Sorey that he wouldn't break the contract. He hadn't given his word, but the Pact is already gone and he can feel it like a missing limb, parts of him wanting to reach out and feel the familiar domain around him.

There's nothing, though. It's barren, and broken, and it hurts. ]

Filk Zadeya. He was going to say it, Lailah. Dezel and I were leaving and now... It's the only thing I can hear. That's my true name, and all I can think about is knowing I was going to die.

[ Turning back to look at her, voice low and quiet, he shakes his head. ]

Not yet. Soon, but... Not yet. Please.

[Lailah doesn't hesitate to gently hug him, always mindful of his injuries.]

Just let me know any time, okay?

[His choice has always been important. She's always valued choice, and it's why she'll forever give that freedom to seraphim and humans both.]

I don't want you to force yourself, and I don't want to force it, either. Your choice and your feelings matter.

[ Do they?

Zaveid doesn't let his feelings matter, because they don't. Eizen had made him promise to kill him, never considering what it might mean for him to do it. He had gone and was prepared to fight Maotelus, knowing Sorey's resolve, never voicing the aches in his heart. He'd lost so much, time and time and time again, and now he has to make another impossible choice.

Forgiveness, or something else? Walking forward with Sorey and accepting the future, or giving up and going back to being alone? ]

You're worrying again.

[ It comes out soft and gentle, but Zaveid closes his eyes and lets himself lean on her, just for a moment. ]

[The laugh that comes out of her is humorless and heartbroken.]

I can't help it. You all insist on trying to turn my hair completely grey.

[Yet....]

But somehow I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Lailah, your hair is already pretty grey.

[ Not that it's a bad thing, and he grins. ]

It's kinda nice, huh?

[Excuse her, she has to subtly (probably not so subtly) wipe her eyes as she laughs again. Lailah straightens up, doing her best to give him a smile.]

Are you calling me old, Zaveid?

I would never insult a beautiful woman like that!

[Aw, she looks flattered. But it's not going to stop her from saying:]

You know, I'm still in the Prime of my life.

[ That makes him laugh aloud. ]

Alright, alright, no need to Lord it over me.

[If it gives Zaveid a little brightness in his life, Lailah will do whatever she can. Plus, laughter can be a good medicine, or so she's experienced!]

I only have the Purest of intentions, thank you!

These puns are gonna give me a flare up, you know...

[ He has to joke.

He has to play along.

It hurts to do anything else. ]

Then I'll just have to heal you if it happens.

[A little joke, but...also a genuine sentiment. She reaches out to brush the hair out of his eyes with a kind smile.]

Oh, and that cake is all yours, by the way. I might've...gone a little overboard with my baking.

Ooh, Lailah. You're gonna have to get real close and personal-

[ But then she's actually touching him and he stops, blinking for a moment before his expression softens into something else. ]

You'll have to share with me.

[Aw, yeah, Lailah beat him to saying that.

She blinks in mild surprise at that, but she smiles warmly and that might be a faint pink to her cheeks.]

That's so sweet of you! I'd be glad to.

[ Oh, he catches that blush and his grin widens as he leans closer.

He's trying to forget his worries, and she's making it easier. ]

I'll even feed you bits using a fork, just like in all the books!

[Oh. Ohhhhh. She's gonna hide her face behind her paper. Sheesh, Lailah has to hand it to him. He knows how to make her feel like a younger seraph.]

Oh, my, so forward! And I only thought to bring one fork, too.

[ And all Zaveid can do is lean forward, grinning. ]

Then we're just gonna have to share.

[~~Lailah's pretty sure she can hear Dezel gagging and generally being a grumpy gus in the distance.~~]

Only as long as you get the majority of the cake. I did make it for you, after all.

[Lailah's going to casually reach out and poke the tip of his nose. That's as close as you get, Zaveid, without actually dating her.]

[ His nose wrinkles, but he doesn't quite lean back - he just sits, watching her with a twitch of a smile. ]

You drive a hard bargain, Lailah.

[There's a bit of mischief in her eyes.]

I've had practice. After a while, you learn about bargaining when you live with the normin.

Then you had an advantage! That's not fair.

[ But, hey. He's grinning. ]

Well, I never said I was fair.

[You people just assumed she is.]

You're very fair, Lailah. The fairest of them all.

[ He's calling you hot, mom. ]

[Wow. Stop it, Zaveid, you've made her blush more often than she thought was possible!]

Aww...thank you, Zaveid. That's really sweet of you to say. Though, I'm sure you charm the hearts of others with that line.

[A light tease of his philanthropist ways.]