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[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.

[refinedvillian]

[There's a slight widening of his eyes as he registers surprise.]

You're inviting me in?

[moonspell]

Have you let whether I am or not stop you in the past? [ The answer is no. ] Come sit down.

[refinedvillian]

[Was he really so abrasive before? It seemed hard to imagine.

Gladly accepting her invitation, he goes by her and takes a seat, suddenly unsure where to put his hands.]

I hope this room is comfortable enough.

[moonspell]

[ Lydia nods. It's more comfortable than sleeping on a chair in a cabin or in a carriage anyway. ]

It's fine. [ She's going to try to take his temperature again, getting close to his face like she's trying to check his eyes to see if they're glossy or anything. ]