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[ Her head bows, then raises. She's not so convinced that he's infallible on this. He looks tired. It's bound to get worse. Any mistake in forgetting the smelling salts one night could mean oblivion. All this on the table, and the man is still talking about doing more research. ]

But you look... tired already. [ She says this, concerned. Not to bring up his appearance, but to emphasize the curse's swiftness and apparent toll on him. ]

It has merely been a long day.

[Which was... not entirely a lie.]

This is not the first time this venerable one has been cursed. Nor will this one be the death of him.

[Because he was immortal. Even if he could potentially drown. He was still immortal. Death... death could not hold him. It could barely even grasp him. He did not necessarily want to test it, but, he had to remain firm in that belief.]

This venerable one is informing you because...

[He took a very deep breath and lifted his eyes to meet hers.]

...because this venerable one trusts you.

[ She's not taking that chance. After this, she's leaving. She's going to find whatever relics are on that insufferable volcano, if they can help at all. She'll do whatever it takes. It's the Crystals' blessing to forget the dead. He is supposed to be the one person she'd never have to even think about forgetting, ever. And until now, she hadn't, and she wants to say more. She's deeply worried for him.

But to that-- trust--... she initially doesn't know what to say. Coming from him, the words weigh like a mountain. After everything, after breaking that trust, and then the less-than-pleasant conversations after that? There's really only one appropriate answer.

She meets his gaze. ] I'll do my best to deserve that trust.

[He nodded and let his eyes drift away. That was all he had called her there to say and now... now he was uncertain what the protocol was. After all. She wasn't his subordinate. Not in the way she would be considered one in the Three Realms. He could tell her to leave, but something about the thought of dismissing her as he would a servant or even Shangque left an awkward and ill taste on his tongue. How did one dismiss or end a conversation with someone who was... who was a friend?]

[ She knows from last time to not bother him further.

But (and there's always a but with her). She'll ask permission this time, though. ]

Can I say something?

[He lifted a hand to wave his fingers to one side.] Go ahead.

Until there's a definitive cure... Someone should stay with you, whenever you're feeling tired, okay? [ She brings her hand up to her chest. As worried as she appears, she does her best to sound reassuring. ] Especially when you sleep.

No need. [He dismissed the suggestion with a shake of his head.] The nightmares haven't even started. Until they do, there is no cause to worry.

[ No need to worry? Over a month ago, she would tease him about that. Fuss about it, too. But now....

She steps away. ] Take care, Moon Supreme.

This venerable one will inform you if things change.

[ A pause, a nod, a smile, and she leaves. ]

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