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[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. ]

[refinedvillian]

[No, she's trying to murder him. There was no other explanation for it, after all, the way his heart beat in his chest. She had to be able to hear it, she was so close...]

...Lydia?

[moonspell]

What is it?

[ She can't even kill you when she actually tries, Edgar. ]

[refinedvillian]

[What are you talking about? She's trying to kill him right now.]

You're very close.

omfg I replied to this already, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING DW/MY INTERNET/WHOEVER THE CULPRIT IS fuck

[moonspell]

Well I have to be to check these kinds of things.

[ Her cheeks turn faintly pink, if only because she knows he's going to make a comment about it somehow that's less than kosher. ]

I might not be a human doctor, but I know a little bit of first aid.

[refinedvillian]

[His mouth opens, ready to answer but the words die in his throat. She looks so cute like that. Lydia, do you have any idea?]