Sebek wastes no time at all.
Honestly, if they were closer to the stables, he would most likely call over Tempest since he’s faster. He could use his UM…but that may prove dangerous to both of them.
So he just…speed walks. Right to the mirror room and through the portal —
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“i promise you, i’m perfectly fine. this is not a front—— ah ?!”
she yelps in shock as he gracefully takes her into his arms with all the honor of a true knight, the worry in his expression only intensifying and making her heart twist in her chest.
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“Thank you?”
Such a random compliment for him doing nothing…Azalea was always a strange girl.
“You aren’t going away forever, you know. Lilia-sama will probably just make you hide in my jacket.”
“Fiiiiiiiiiiine! I’ll go find him!”
She considers returning and lying that she got approval. But she’ll do the right thing and search for her guardian.
There is also the matter of her not being a boy. Yuu seems to be an exception. Plus, Azalea isn’t the most scholarly. The
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“Well of course! Malleus-sama is always trying to spend time in that dorm, so—“
Why does his chest hurt?
“—so when I saw she wasn’t training to her full abilities, I figured I would help!”
Because Malleus-sama must like her. Why does his chest hurt?
Maybe he caught the —
“Oh. Well besides classes, chores, club, making sure Silver doesn’t sleep all day, eating, taking care of myself, making sure Wakasama is safe—!“
Sebek thinks.
“Being studious! Helping Yusra become more studious as well!”
— Didn’t you give your wish up to Grim during the last star sending event? That was with a star…but I’m sure if you tried real hard under the stars at night, we could make that wish of yours come true!”
“Two versions…?”
Sebek is very intrigued. He was about to suggest that she should share some stories from her world with him when all of a sudden, the mood became…tense? Grave? Sad?
And then, just like that, Yusra wears a fake smile. What frightens him is that he wouldn’t —
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“in my world, there are two versions of this tale.”
her fingers brush across the picture of the puppet, happy as can be without his strings and adventuring through many places with his friends.
“one with a happy ending, and one with an unhappy ending.”
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— be able to tell the difference if he hadn’t seen the mask crack for a moment there.
Were all her smiles fake? He wants to see a real one on her…
Sebek places his hand on hers to stop the flipping of the pages.
“Well. We are in this world. My world. A world of magic! —
Cue his face becoming more white.
Now she can barely speak without forcing herself? Her fever looks like it’s worsened as well.
“Stop trying to put up a front.”
Sebek speaks, still like…super quietly. He doesn’t want to make her head explode and he has been told he’s loud, —
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what is he d—— WHY IS HE SO CLOSE ?????
oh dear seven. if her face wasn’t already red as a cherry, it sure is now.
“w-wait, sebek—— i’m not sick!”
her breath hitches as large palms tenderly cradle her face, feeling her forehead and neck for elevated temperature.
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— under her legs and one holding firm her shoulders.
“Do not force yourself.”
He seems pretty worried. After all, humans have very weak immune systems. What if this was from a whisker? 🥺 Who knows how prone to whisker sickness the humans from Yusra’s world are?
He would —
— one could hear.
He looks into her eyes fiercely.
“You should rest before it spikes. Ramshackle is too far away…I’m sure Lilia-sama would not mind you taking residence in Diasomnia until you are better.”
Oh.
Did he not fix her hair right? Shame…he will have to study it better for next time—why is she coughing?
Sebek’s face goes pale. How did he not notice the flushed cheeks until this second? The coughing…the dishevelled look (hair out of place). It’s clear that Yusra is —
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“oh ... did it really look that out of place?”
yusra frowns, instinctively tucking her hair behind her ear, ghosting over where sebek’s fingers had just barely touched moments before. but he is right, she must look neat.
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— sick!
Sebek closes the space between them, hands instantly feeling her cheeks and forehead.
“Hmm…”
Another pass. She doesn’t feel hot…
“You don’t seem to have too high of a fever…”
He muttered under his breath. That’s twice now Yusra has made him talk so quiet, no —
— is no way this is a sad story. I mean…perhaps for the whale…but he was such a small character, I doubt it makes the story that sad!”
Oh he’s very into it. Who wanted to read storybooks again?
“Unhappy?”
Sebek tries to imagine it. A world where such a kindhearted, famous tale that sparks joy would be considered unhappy. He simply can’t accept that.
“Perhaps it’s similar, but no way it’s based on the same old man and puppet!”
Sebek points to a picture of the —
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“i mean ... not to counter that method, but tsunotaro still does struggle a bit when it comes to simple technology.”
she’s already jotting down notes onto the sticky slips, organized as ever as she labels them in accordance to each page.
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— puppet, smiling without strings.
“See how happy he is?! There is no way it would be a sad story! The puppet also made friends along the way that helped him pass his trials! Making friends, fulfilling wishes of those who care about you, and being able to achieve it all? There —