seiriald | ✿ Eleventh Bud [Action/Voice late morning]

[Things hadn't been easy the past few weeks; there had been ups and downs, much more of the latter than she would ever admit to. And as far as she could tell, it would not get better any time soon. At the very least, the weather was beginning to change even if she couldn't see it for herself. There was just something about the air of spring approaching that always managed to lift her spirits a little, and what better way to greet it than to start working on that neglected garden outside of House 11? Who cares how cold it is out, the plants are of higher priority.

It isn't until after an hour or so of working that her journal falls off her person and sprawls open in the dirt, making her frown upon hearing the familiar noise of it being activated. Taking to people probably wasn't a good idea right now, but she can try.]

… What are your favorite things about spring? Or… things you like the least about it I guess. Anything really.

[Later in the evening the residents of the large household might notice that she's managed to make her way to Silver's room instead of her own, though if anyone drops by the reason should be pretty obvious. You don't go through weeks of emotional whiplash and a day out in the cold dressed improperly without coming out unscathed.]

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Sick...? [As someone who got sick all too often back home, she can only imagine Martel's frustration over having to be confined to a bedroom for such a long time.]

I hope she does keep getting better soon, wouldn't she like to see the beginnings of spring?

I really hope so too. [Which goes without saying. His constant worrying has led to poor eating and sleeping habits, which only makes the stress worse.]

She sits by the window a lot, to look outside. But you're right, that isn't the same.

... How often does she get sick? Does it happen a lot? [Was this really something that she was going to have to deal with in Luceti often? Another worry for Mithos in their time here?]

...She's always been more prone to illness than me. She once acquired a disease that only afflicts one in every million people.

... Is it the same one that you had to use the fandalia for or was that a different time? [He had mentioned using the flowers to treat her from an illness before, she could remember it just vaguely.]

No, this was...much different. [He'll just...leave it at that. He really doesn't like to ruminate on Martel's poor luck with health.]

...What she has right now is just a bad flu. She should be better in no time. [Never mind it's already been a few weeks. He's holding out hope.]

... Okay. But if you need any help, I can come over anytime. I don't know a lot about medicine, but if she doesn't mind company or anything... I don't mind.

[Not to mention that she still wanted to meet and get to know the woman who had raised Mithos, who meant so much to him.]

I think she would like that. I'll ask her when she's awake. [Too bad in a few day's time Martel will be tragically kidnapped. Welp. Some...day...]

...I would really like that, too.

[Someday she would get to meet this lovely woman!] It doesn't even matter the time of day, I'll make sure to have my journal with me as much as I can.

[Because heaven knows she gets bad nightmares sometimes, and there's a part of her that thinks Mithos may also be the same.]

Alright...then I'll let you know, Kaori. [He wonders if that means she also wouldn't mind if he called on her more. It's a tempting thought...]

Thank you, Mithos. [Because neither one of them wanted to be lonely, and despite whatever words were being exchanged between them, that was a feeling that was never present within her when she was with him.]

You don't have to thank me. [He's happy that she wants to come over, though... He's been running himself into the ground the past few weeks doing everything he can for his sister and spending the rest of his time worrying. A little break would be welcome... It had never been an option, before he came to Luceti; he'll treasures it, like he treasures so much about her.]

Then... we will be with each other soon enough? [Sometime this week would be nice, she hadn't quite realized just yet that the waves of dizziness she had been feeling since she woke up in the morning would eventually become a fever.]

Of course! [He really hopes so...]

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