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Hush, it's fine. For now.... [Mikleo reaches into his bag to bring out a mug. He uses his power as Queen to fill it with clean, cold water and hands it to Sorey.] At least make sure you're hydrated.

[He hums at that, running a gloved hand through his partner's hair soothingly.]

Yeah, well, someone has to keep you outta trouble.

[His tone is gently teasing. It's a lot less fun when Sorey's sick.]

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[Oh. It's almost like drinking out of Mikleo's hands again, though he's thankful for the mug because of the whole sickness part.] Ah, thanks so much! You're a lifesaver. [He presses the mug to his lips and drinks deeply, and he's happy to find that it's just as cool and clean as he remembers. Even if it wasn't, he wouldn't care. He's so desperate for anything that even muddy water would be like a healing spring to him.]

More like follow me in. [He wipes his mouth off on his sleeve and smiles, but then he goes right back to leaning into the hair touches. He's... really tired. When did he get so tired?]

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You don't need to thank me. I'm just doing what I always do.

[Worry about Sorey and make sure he's not neglecting himself, either on purpose or accident. Though, seeing how tired his normally energetic friend is...Mikleo feels his heart twisting in his chest. He keeps running his fingers through messy, brown hair. It's as much for Sorey's comfort as his, at this point.]

Bad habit from you dragging me everywhere. [Another gentle tease. It's not like Mikleo put up much of a fight, unless it put his human friend into serious danger.] Do you need more water?

[openhanded]

[Sorey's finding it hard to keep his eyes open, so he doesn't. He's enjoying what little mana transfer he can get from the hair-petting, and of course, the hair-petting itself. It isn't often that Mikleo is this affectionate, but he supposes they deserve it after all they've been through.

Gods, Mikleo must be really worried about him.]

You could've turned back a long time ago, but you didn't.

[He lifts the mug.] A little more, please? Sorry, I just... I'm really thirsty.

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[To be honest, it's taking a lot for Mikleo to appear this calm. The kind of disease wracking Sorey's body isn't one they've ever experienced before back home or here. He's scared to face the possibility that the cure Eric is working on won't work and what that'll mean for his partner.

The water seraph refuses to show that, though. Not when his lover is in need of his strength and support.]

Please, like I would've left you behind.

[Mikleo doesn't hesitate to refill the mug with more water.]

Don't apologize for something like that. You know I'm more than okay with it.

[He murmurs the words as he holds Sorey a little closer to him.]

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[Sorey doesn't hesitate to drink again. This time it's slower, and he doesn't waste a drop. When he finally lowers the mug, he looks just as tired as he feels. He's tried to be strong for Mikleo, tried to pretend he's okay, but he isn't. And he knows Mikleo is trying for him, which just makes Sorey feel worse.]

I... I think I'm good now. [He offers the mug back to Mikleo.] Make sure to wash this out before you use it again.

[He doesn't leave any room for argument, because he's curling up against the water seraph and closing his eyes. It occurs to Sorey that he hasn't slept in ages, but if he lays here long enough with his friend's fingers in his hair, he just might.]

Is it okay if I rest for a bit? Just a little bit...

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[Mikleo wraps the mug in a cloth before returning it to his bag, making a soft noise of agreement. He keeps holding Sorey close to him, running his fingers through his hair and shifting so that they're both more comfortable.]

Take as long as you need, Sorey.

[He'll pray to the Five Lords that his dreams are pleasant while he rests. The water seraph, meanwhile, will remain vigilant, just like old times.]

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[He lets out a noise of agreement that's more like a sigh. With every passing moment, he seems to melt against the seraph a little more. There's so much they should talk about but words seem insurmountable. He should get up and do another round of healing, he should be helping with the patrol, he should... he should...

But Mikleo's presence is steady and familiar in a forest full of terrors and darkness and secrets, and it isn't more than a minute later that he goes limp and begins to breathe shallowly.]