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[moonspell]

[ This is actually a good technique, Edgar. Believing in fairies with her. It's something she can see common ground on. ]

Hm.. Do you have a thimble? If you leave small pieces of cakes and thimbles of honey on your window sill, there's a type of fairy that will come dance on your window sill and help with your gardening while you sleep.

[refinedvillian]

[A thimble? Was this a case of not full prepared?

He looks ashamed of himself as he shakes his head.]

No, I didn't think to bring one.

[moonspell]

Hmm... [ Lydia looks thoughtful for a moment. He looks sincerely disappointed about that though, so she smiles comfortingly. It looks like he was really looking forward to trying to do something with fairies.. ]

That's alright. I think they might still like some cake, after all.

[refinedvillian]

And you?

[Wouldn't you like some?]

[moonspell]

I'm still pretty full from dinner. Thank you, though.

[ assuming this is in the evening. ]

[refinedvillian]

[He had failed. The smile that he tries to force to his face does the same.]

Ah, I should have realized. I hope you accept the flowers, then.

[moonspell]

[ What.. even.. what was with that kind of face he was making? ]

Edgar, are you feeling alright?

[refinedvillian]

I'm fine. [I'm an idiot. I should have brought something better. Now how was she supposed to spend time with her?]

[moonspell]

Are you sure? You're acting more odd than normal.

[ Which is saying something! ]

[refinedvillian]

[Oh! She notices him normally! Oh, how does he handle this.

A smile, larger than Edgar normally wears, brightens up his face, even if he no longer can figure out where to look.]

If I seem to be different to you, it must be true but I feel fine.

[moonspell]

[ Maybe she'll just..

Lydia talks a step closer to him, raising her hand hesitantly, then settling it down on his forehead.

If he doesn't have a fever, it shouldn't be a problem, right..? ]

[refinedvillian]

[Maybe he does have a fever. His face did suddenly look very, very flushed and his chest may be heaving a bit faster than it was a second ago. Maybe that was why he could do nothing but stare down at her, as if moving would break the moment instantly.]

[moonspell]

Hmm..

[ Well, it seemed a little warm, but nothing like a fever. ]

I think you'll be okay. Perhaps you just need some rest.

[refinedvillian]

[His heart was thumping but he did IT anyway. As she withdrew her hand, he reached out to brush it.]

Thank you for your concern. You really are kind.

[moonspell]

I'm not that concerned or anything...

[ He's going to turn this around to some kind of flirting, right? Like he always does.. ]

If you get ill, it'll be problematic since Huskley might catch up to us. [ It's best to cut him off before he tries, right? ]

[refinedvillian]

No. [The unsure look disappeared.] He won't catch up to us, even if I get too sickly to move. Huskley won't ever hurt you.

[moonspell]

You sound awfully confident.

[refinedvillian]

[If only he could be as confident about some other things.]

I am confident of that much. You will be safe.

[moonspell]

I trust as much, since neither of us are getting what we want if I die. [ She can comfort herself that that's true as far as she knows. ]

[refinedvillian]

Do you really think that's all it is?

[Why did she think that? Didn't she understand how important she was?]

[moonspell]

That's the only reason I'm here with you, isn't it?

[refinedvillian]

Sometimes, people change, Lydia. It doesn't happen often and without having a real to want to change but they can.

[moonspell]

I hardly believe something like that to happen overnight without reason..

[refinedvillian]

[He wants to argue, he really does but it would mean confessing.]

You're smart to believe that.

[moonspell]

[ Isn't this the same guy who calls her naive? She can't quite bring herself to believe most of what he says on a normal day, but as he calls her smart for not trusting his word... she still isn't even sure he believes that she can see fairies or not. Everything's such a question with this guy.. ]

Edgar, you should go sit down.